Long Armrests Poems

I can feel my 40 year old mind awake from slumber;
But these brown eyes stare back at me with a defiance 
That I know to have belonged to  a 14 year old me.
Consider this...

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 WHEELCHAIR BOUND

Dots appeared and disappeared 
a single sunray flashed onto 
wheelspokes, canvas seat 
 comfortably frayed 
bought secondhand
her unexercised legs flabby 
window bars rusted, panes cracked
nobody cared

there she sat thinking about 
cooking porridge with...

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Outside you just see the marquis,
it’s ancient lights all glittery,
amidst a city past it’s prime,
hallmark of a more genteel time.

This was a movie palace once,
now mostly stage, theatric fun,
larger than Broadway’s hallowed grounds,
though it’s the...

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As a small boy
the barber would sit me
on a wooden bench
placed across the armrests
of his chair. 
Mirrors in front and behind
imprisoned countless copies
of me stretched out 
as far as I could see.
There were no doors
in...

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St. Elmo's Fire

'Twas a fall eve on our flight to the coast
Dressed in my livery this journey I'd host.
A storm was predicted, we would fly 'round 
With instrument help from cockpit to ground.

No form of...

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Remembering the Henry J

By Elton Camp

When we speak of an automotive blunder
Most know how Ford’s Edsel went under
But there was another mistake made before
Though few recall that little car anymore

Henry J. Kaiser’s company made a...

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Apprehensive and panic-stricken
I practice assuming the crash position .
While a “ fasten seatbelt” sign flashes
like a beacon, foretelling our demise,
cool beads of sweat form on my forehead.
A paralyzing anxiety washes over me.
My knuckles are chalk...

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(For Ibrahim Abu Thuraya - Gaza)

For sale: a wheelchair 
in good condition.  
The seat is black 
wide, warm
and clean (blood stains
washed off); 
the two push handles: soft and comfy;  
they have been held...

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Right foot into this little dimple that you can toe in on aggressively so it’s opposing the left hand, then you can, like, zag over across to this flat, down-pulling crimp that’s small but you...

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There I sit so quietly limp and still
Till someone’s body does lie in me and fill

My arms are now a faded blue
And patchy at best 
Peeking through are my wore nimble armrests

My recliner action is...

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“What Makes You Flinch”

What makes me flinch?

When someone trips on flat earth,
And frantically looks around
Hoping that no one, no one at all saw
What had just happened
But everyone did.
That makes me flinch.

When I look at my...

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I was given two options
to follow two different armrests, outstretched.
One was a famous twist in ecstasy
Except anything in driver seat.
The other was a befuddled theatrical pedagogy
Whence the aviation was having a heart attack!
I looked inwardly...

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