Long Flatbed Poems

A rising sun burns like a solar flare
  from St. Augustine to St. Clair,
to daze me from sleep’s tranquil hold
  and dreams of serendipities of old -
to rise again the boy I was...

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The beautiful days were here again, as sunshine lit blue skies,
And I was happy with my work, which had seldom held surprise.

My job entailed overseeing, the raising of national monuments,
So that all could remember, a...

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It feels so good to be back home from school
I put my jacket on its starting to get cool
Sitting on my porch watching the wind blow
Wondering when it was going to snow
I watch as the...

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The Lord gives us so many blessings. I am lucky to have him on my side.

 I woke tired, not too motivated to do much. I use my age for my slowness, I guess a...

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Life was so carefree for me as a child, way back when
I was just a little girl who loved to dream and pretend
that I would grow up to be a doctor's nurse and mend
those who...

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Flat pack Wobbler

Procured from mega shop, a straight-lined box amid a cardboard wall 
Where jig saw chattels rise above the queues of flatbed wheelies
And underarm catalogues patterned with an iconic list of what they are
When...

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The green house is here!

The green house is here! 
All of us ran out to watch the green house as it slowly made its way

Down the street about half a block, no make that a...

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Bend the horn to find the note/
 In the depths of the universe, you find harmony and rhythm, spinning planets in jazz sync, a cosmic dance with Sun Ra/
 maybe he can set us free/
...

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My father’s timber array arrived on an 
overloaded Diamond Reo flatbed. 
It dumped oak scraps, leafless dead-woods, 
inspiring last metamorphosis to 
warming fires come winter’s weather. 

Empty, truck leaves then heaves 
into a scrubby alley...

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I have relatives all over the USA, in one state or another.
Thanks to my randy great-grandparents who could not keep their hands off each other.
They had eighteen children, sometimes in two’s, and most of their...

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She was a less-than-truckload lady
Who’d signed a contract for the long haul
With the interstate driver she married.
But that trucker kept a bogus bill of lading
And a logbook full of lot lizard flings.
So now she’s rolling...

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Inside an archaic framework
she fetches a pail from the fields,
the bucket on her hip is full of
broken eagles.
Wind turbines churn in the distance.

He takes the mangled birds
plucks them,
puts their heads on poles
loads them onto a...

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I didn’t expect to be enlightened
on the 5
passing Dodger Stadium
north-bound, but-
A flatbed load of Styrofoam had spilled
and was dancing on the road
in small bits and huge chunks.
We drove through them 
like they were nothing,
bouncing all...

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Just another African
Once full of sun and hope
Train to Venice from Milan
At the end of your rope
Horrors seen at just 19
Crammed onto a flatbed
Desert burning red
Human carrion in the sand
Oblivion near at hand
Beatings, rapes in...

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