Long Plastic Poems
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Fallen Crocus leaking udder
could not turn within
puddles murky wade bacteria still
filled with slugs, bugs ludicrously crawling
who tried to warn her with slimy
S c o r n
relaying daily that to turn faucet
was very thing to open
Sky, Heart, chlorophyll vibrating in swing
loosening apron Strings —
not endless baking of tarts to gobble sweet
sad —- Oedipal she preferred
starting day with farts, dough rising
….dandelion ticks
popping
meadows, mountains mutinous
remain stuck in Dante’s purgatory rut
frozen d r e a m-ponds
creepers like waiting ropes
twirl laundry slave, Slippery hope
S l o P e
lumpity bumps remained to beam—-
yard hosting corrugated elastic plastic
gathering guano gooing
noisily scowling
‘must I dish your food ?!!’
wrinkled petals howl
‘Yes, please…’ from potato
couch —- creamy curry it would
seem…
with raisins
Saturdays morn to noon to night
swoon or drift at tv they would ghostly
G l o a t
at teams losing soccer
floats
imbibing dramatised S o A p s
stressful messy knives and forks
Gawking Oaks —
starlings sighed singing high notes
going by, unheard choruses
unnoticed
unkempt grass
g r. O. w i. N. g ___\\\\\
to reach beyond ^^^
stead’s broken fence
head ~LOcKED !!
vine with ivy do not applaud
matters NOT ! neurotic inside-out
hatters biotic >>
more comfy to waddle in
g r a v y —- S a v v y
than Soul to take
a soar A S C E N D I N G
earthy navies
sea cows sleep ——-
forever, wading
SlowLy
Sun shines down on
aching bones Cold
— I circle my own
life force with purple
to gold___>>
Life's a carnival ride, a bag of barkers and crabs
pinching the mind with pink toys and shiny swag
stuffing your mind with sweet soft fuzzy things
wraps you in heavy chains and a cold nose ring,
leads you to a fiery, Ferris wheel ride of denial
plunks you aside a bearded lady-opening thighs
you want to jump off, but you're just too damn high
she takes you around a brutish, glittering world
leather studded, hungry for a necklace of dirty pearls
Her mouth is smeared with black lipstick and gravy
the rides finally over but the soul is still draining.
The fun house has mirrors filled with bending dream.
Walls are wailing, blood drips down from the beams
you scramble down back alleys for pockets of peace
then slide on chunky puddles of black ice and screams...
There's only one way out, and that's all the way down
the chute's filling with hell hounds and manic clowns
balloons brimming with flocks of blues and red herring
fistfuls of daisy grenades, with them there's no winning.
You've hit rock bottom, there's a tunnel of golden light
a beautiful angel in waiting but she's lost her mind
slowly she's swinging a crinkled-up no vacancy sign
while the barker is spinning flocks of his little white lies.
Life's a plastic bag filled with mad barkers and whirling crabs,
teasing like a virgin, then swallowing you whole like a hag.
Maybe she won’t think so hard next time
I ask her if I’m real
Maybe if she told me the truth
I wouldn’t have to lie so much
Maybe if she brought me plastic flowers
The bees wouldn’t die like the birds did
Maybe if uncertainty was promised
I could say she kept her side
Maybe if she didn’t look so nice
I could see myself in her
Maybe if she didn’t keep so tidy
The cadaver dogs could smell her closet
But maybe if so much was undone
She could feel as if there was hope
But maybe if they were more thoughtful
She could have a thought of childhood
But maybe if she loved herself
As much as I love her
You could know it’s all for you
Children were afraid of metallic plastic face robots
So the solution was to make them look real
Real?
Yes, Lifelike Optimum Robotic Assistant, LORA
She will be the best nanny you ever had, she never needs sleep
Programmed in all domestic chores and child safe and friendly
Children just love her...
Model Z12 2-4-6, lets call her Nora our Lora
The neighbors will be so jealous...
The children are happy and getting so smart
As parents no worries if were apart
Nora can protect, dress, feed even play games
Being a parent will never be the same
She's gentle and soft, eyes with a glow
Anything asked of her she already knows
The house is perfection, the meals homemade
Happiness is a LORA android man made
At night we never lose sleep
Nora is there if the baby weeps
If Tommy is frighten by nightmares
Nora can hold him and soothe away fears
We have it easy and are pleased
Nora has everyone at ease
Last night as we played Mommy and Daddy games
Nora came in our room and it felt strange
She heard me call baby and her functions stopped
Next morning maintenance took her back to the shop
The baby cries and Tommy is sad
The house a mess, the food taste bad
When can we get our LORA back?
Another week! Don't call me Jack!
Finally Nora is here
Everyone smiles with cheer
Nora save us from our fate
Parents can go on a date
But as we try to leave
Nora hands Susie a bottle
No Nora you watch the baby
It's just the Mister and me
Nora seems unsettled
Late at night I am in the shower
Nora comes in like a prowler
She begins to wash me
Nora please let me be
Nora no, she gets wet
Her body is anatomically correct?
But Susie it was just a glitch
Nora is reprogrammed and fixed
Besides the children love her...
Nora's eyes seem alive
She sways as she walks by
Never ages always is fair
Even has a pleasant scent in her hair
She is so soft to the touch
Susie is jealous. Too much
Spring and time to mow the lawn
Whose that with no shirt on?
Tan and teen with a gleam in his eyes
Fernando don't forget the trim
Clean the pool..
But Susie he is too lifelike!
Why didn't you tell me you got a gardner robot?
Baby, you hate yard work
Besides who said Fernando was a LORA?
All around us
It’s an epidemic
Man-induced plague
It’s a conspiracy
To hook people
To non food foods
Eats that should be
Technically inedible
Anything to grease the wheel
Of factories and consumerism
Nothing grown naturally
Nothing from a farm
Heavens no
Promoting foods whipped up
From powders and chemicals
None of those
Vegetables or fruits
Or other live stuff
Let the population thrive
On plastic derivatives
Deceitfully charming
Taste buds everywhere
Inducing dependency
Decomposing corpses wandering
Like loose time bombs
Waiting to explode
AP: Honorable Mention 2023
Only twenty-five years since I took your name,
fluorescent lights, a government building,
the officiant a stranger we met that morning—
no pictures, no rehearsals, just vows
read like lines on a form, under a plastic trellis
someone thought might make the room
feel more human.
My shoulders shook with laughter
you didn’t get and still don’t.
It came from some gut-deep knowing,
like my body caught the future unfolding
before I could see it. That laugh hit hard,
spilled into my knees, a crack of thunder
in the dead air of something meant to be holy.
I told you not to take it personally.
You stood stiff, ironing your silence into the room,
flattening the wrinkles of your suit
while I swallowed every word.
Now, my skin wears its own proof,
fine lines scratched into corners of my eyes,
crow’s feet tracking down each glance
you could never follow. Eleven years
your junior, and somehow, I’m older—
moments pulling tight until we’re both
squinting at the same dim horizon.
At night, you drift off beneath blinking LEDs,
chin tucked to chest. I stretch the minutes,
stealing them from a day long erased,
rolling them like old newsreels,
flickering memories across hours
we no longer name.
I wipe yesterday’s drool from your chin—
twenty-five years of cleaning up
the mess time left behind.
And somehow, it’s still funny—
how the punchline never landed,
how I’m still holding onto this joke
that split open between those vows and now.
I laugh because I knew, even before 'I do'
that none of this would ever be personal.
Dear David and dear Greta,
I thought I'd write a letter to our eco-anxious friends,
two perfect pinion riders of environmental trends.
You mighty eco-worryers with opinion in your grasp,
have you turned to your creator, or even thought to ask,
the One who laid foundations in farthest distant past,
and with His hand formed seas and land,
and bounded in his wisdom the multitude of nations?
Well and good to save the ozone, and the snowzone,
to ban the plastic, to change the fossil fuel.
But to turn not to creator risks the wisdom of a fool.
You follow all humanity to dust of flesh and bone.
Do you think your worldly sanity will save this earthly home?
Do you know how? His pitied promises are proven every day.
The healing of our land. Now, please, bow your knees, and pray.
The yellow plastic swing once hung
From branches on a tree
And we would push our daughter there,
Not knowing what would be.
For when a baby’s young, the future’s
Filled with hope and dreams,
Yet every path ahead may not be
Easy as it seems.
Still, as she grew, our daughter stayed
A sweet and happy child
And always on that yellow swing,
She clapped her hands and smiled.
As years went by, she got too big
And couldn’t really fit.
The swing was placed inside the shed;
I never thought of it.
Until today, a cleaning spree
And on a shelf, I found
That faded swing, no use at all
To anyone around.
I tossed it out, but it brought back
Those times from long ago
When I was so oblivious
To all I’d come to know.
Another neighbour in the building
I saw him from my balcony.
He Twisted up a plastic bag
and carefully hid it, under the tree.
He went back to his car and waited,
Then eventually, drove away.
I waited for hours until it was dark
To see if someone would collect it that day
When no one ever came to see
I gave up and went to bed.
Dreams of what could be inside
Racing through my curious head.
Morning came and I had to know
Of me, my nosiness got the best.
I ran outside and untwisted the bag
To find a very lively nest.
I dropped the bag and ran like hell!
Angry wasps were everywhere!
Now the only part I want to know
Is why he put it there....
A field of stones
Hidden in an ancient wood
Stones white and shiny
Bleached by decades of history
Names long ago forgotten
Carved by a man in a dark shop
Each letter lovingly engraved by hand
The names are now barely readable
Eyes have to strain to see each letter
They were worn down by unending winds
Plastic crosses mark some of the graves
Where stones were placed at one time
Now long missing or destroyed
No names to mark their passing
Who were these people?
Did they die in the heat of battle?
Or did nature take their lives with a fatal disease
Were they mothers, fathers, sisters or brothers?
The grass was neatly mown at one time
Flowers planted years ago still bloom
Trees shade the graves from the heat of the sun
They show that someone once cared
Now they are ignored…forgotten
Except by a few who wander by
Yet, they don’t stop
They stop and look at the stones
They don’t know the names
So the deceased are left there
With just the weeds and the animals
They only ones to remember them
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