Long Junked Poems

You have been persecuted.
You have been oppressed and depressed,
Wronged and aggrieved, even violated,
And for what?
Because of gender,
Because your body lacks a certain appendage,
Your chest is more pronounced, or your voice more pleasant?

You have been slighted.
You...

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You call the police on my son 
You pull a knife, he has a gun 
You call my wife a tramp, I call you a loser 
I drive an Escort, you drive a junked up...

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Our pristine, prissy, upscale dining room was almost never used.
And now it can’t be used for eating, for it is slightly junked and abused.
Dining room table is so long, it started to almost immediately collect....
So...

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My first car was an '87 Camaro.
That car was fast and sharp as an arrow.
I was sixteen and in high school.
I loved it, but boy was it a piece of stool.

I had it for a...

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Our old Plymouth wagon sits junked in the yard
Collecting pine needles and rust
Ten years of abuse and driven too hard
Now an eyesore, the neighbors might fuss

Chrysler Corporation was not at their best
Before Iacocca, I think
"Car...

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Then more you will love all English
and deeply obsessed by them,
than more you have been progressive
and ept and fast for gaining success,
and granting by freedom and blessed.

Then more you will love Russian
in temporal staff and...

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Marred and minced remnants pile high in a storm’s swarm
Yesterdays, hardened-soft, surface where sea’s warm…

Flotsam found, lays tales around, in frayed traces
Another shattered shell whimpers of graces
vying with the sea-swept sands: gloss embossed fades…
Ocean’s dead!...

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The light of his eyes are growing dim 
He creaks across the hard floor 
A mouth so large it holds a ton
No longer remains doors

Leaks and drips sometimes pour out fast
Loud noises as dinosaurs
But that...

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I live amazed in an amphitheatre, 
A huge red and white domed tent.
Working with actors and jesters, 
Enduring a perpetual torment.

The crazies I know are the clowns,
Red nose and a big head of hair.
And the...

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Today's garbage day.
I had almost forgotten
as I run through the house
as if I'm besotten.
I grab for the trash,
looking this way and that,
throw it all in the can
and rescue the cat.

"Have I missed him?" I wail,
"Then...

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how can someone not know you anymore?
forswearing the very thought
that you existed
a total disclaimer of your name
cease to acknowledge your being
in adjure denial
it’s incredible
when one disavows another
when one discards another
and your heart is torn, scraped
scrubbed...

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I find that if I cut a lens-size whole
in a cardboard box then place that box
over my head the stars
arrange themselves
into, not the named constellations,
but ordinary oddments once lost then found
and eventually junked.

I find that...

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Why Care

Tears of joy
Replaced with pain
Chanced happiness
 destroyed again
Just not good enough
To be more than a friend.
This is her life
Beginning to end.
Wanted as a lover
But never more
To chance more than that
Closed the door
Tears in the...

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Silently junked in a dusty corner,
You ended things up in unexpected border
Used me for year and said was so loved,
Carried your things and it was well packed

I was with you walking in school,
You said that...

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