Long Forklift Poems

What is the difference between a digger, a forklift truck, a spoon, and a toaster? None. Bread slices can be carried by forklifts and bread can be dug by a digger particularly if ground. The...

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Pallets, Jacks, and the Soft Sounds of the 70's
OR
My Summer Summed Up Summarily for a Small Sum
A constant beeping chirp echoes through the warehouse, strangely comforting the workers who walk these aisles and habitually straighten...

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Six months 

crazy crazy crazy. they said 
man "you have to be crazy 
shes 6 months pregnant man 
whats wrong man''cant you see 

the words of my friends 
as they try to get me to...

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more the norm than the exception
in this wonderful capitalist rape room
where coming into work can mean
leaving early without a job & a
pink slip, with a pat on the back & a
“thanks for being such a...

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With spring approaching quickly and milk is upon the rise,
our factory employs seasonal workers to resize,
the employee pool to accommodate the milk intake,
which means twenty-four by seven with such a lot at stake.

The milk dryer...

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Yesterday i could finish writing this poem, i wrote only "I and my hand cramped before" You.
Love can be sometimes painful i feel it choking me, but how can i show you.
.....At time my heart...

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The Team.   

Here we are in Gayndah town, 
The parks are all filled up. 
With Caravans and Motor homes,
‘N’ Backpackers trying their luck.

The pickers are around the trees,
And filling Gaypak bins.
As cold and...

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4% mnm
Mountainous syllables can never really tread lightly across a rope bridge. But living in a cabbage house is fantastic fun for many leaves make many rooms and many rooms make much rubbish. Don't trip...

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4% mnm
Mountainous syllables can never really tread lightly across a rope bridge. But living in a cabbage house is fantastic fun for many leaves make many rooms and many rooms make much rubbish. Don't trip...

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This factory has the bales delivered. Bales of unwanted, disused, thrown about, torn up, ripped and antiquated clothes. Once loved but not now. Bales measured by tonnes. Bales needing the forklift. Bales delivered once a...

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One day a skinny pole was wading through the swamp when it happened upon a typhoon resting by a small tree. Oh hello said the pole to the typhoon. What are you doing by there?...

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Sammi was crushed in snow and ice, 
Under the beam of a forklift truck, 
Being driven by her dad on his farm, 
Such that her back did break, no luck. 

Her physio at Glasgow’s Southern,...

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The work I do is not the most prestigious one,
from four to twelve thirty I drive...until my shift is done;
a forklift driver rarely takes a coffee-break, 
and being courteous and helpful to customers means a...

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Allegro
Crystal decanter, wine in a glass. 
Tabletop woodwinds court candlestick brass.
Fine sterling service, stems in a vase.
High-tone enamel meets low double bass.
Pale yellow roses, peaches and grapes.
Clarinet colors tint saxophone shapes.
Citrus in concert, lemon and...

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The Bliss of Isolation

When the head of the nation 
Said we need self-isolation
Well it was music to my ears
Because I finally had an excuse
To take my head out the noose
And not see her brother for...

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One more Day

Life is pointless, let’s end it all.
I'm not Brad Pitt and you’re not Lauren Bacall.
I drive a forklift and you stack shelves.
We’re only two inches, taller than elves.
End this misery, let’s call it...

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Over in the corner of Grandma McDuck’s Farm House
Was the cutest little bunch of kittens, and a quite dead mouse.
We ran over to look and squealed about the large cow.
The carcass was removed, and those...

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There once lived a woman called Lady-de Leisure, who turned not to men, but food for 
pleasure.
She ate everything spicy and sticky and sweet, the poor lady could not even see her poor 
feet. From...

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A Quote by: Saint Augustine 

Truth is like a Lion, you don't have to defend it, let it loose, it will defend itself.

Layers upon layers of deceit, when we practice duplicity  
we lose the...

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7/27/17


Going into light and dark places
With a steady pulse or as my heart races

What in tarnation
I see so much greed and starvation

Here to change the world
Whether or not using objects that are straight or curled
I'll...

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