Long Scabby Poems

I was nervous about my newest client.
Not every Permaculture Designer gets a contract
with the WhiteHouse.
But, when the President called,
or twittered,
for an intake interview,
I guess it felt like an obligation
to at least show up,
although perhaps about...

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Boob jobs and bomb jobs

Sisters in arms those tits and those weapons of massive 
destruction sex and death go together in dynamics
thermodynamics psychodynamics fused on the playground 
of this life of this poem on which...

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As a ...

	child I was carefree 
		played in the mud 
			football my hero
				goals from the foot

	teenager I had worries
		imagined and real
			twisted illusions
				hands on the trigger

	young man I searched
		for a pearl in the shell
			submerged in an...

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Of my creation and creator I was absolutely ignorant, but I knew that I possessed no money, no friends, no kind of property. I was, besides, endued with a figure hideously deformed and loathsome; I...

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A squinting eye peers through a lens. 
Far down the aisle, a tri-pod bends around bouquets,
to snap the file of wedding guests, 
dressed sublime, in summer's finest
who now arrive to share the day

Her older brother,...

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Midst sullen storm and winter's grip,
Secure and warm I toddies sip.
By fireside glow my thoughts take wing.
While watching snow, I dream of spring.

Spring's swimming pools, azalea shrubs,
And garden tools and hiking clubs.
It's daffodils and meadows...

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Rat Catcher

I feel repulsed when he is near, I ought to have compassion
for this cripple, a twisted foot. an arm that does not 
function as it should a beggar with scabby skin, eyes as black
as...

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The Enfeeble
 I feel repulsed when he is near I ought to have 
 compassion for this cripple a twisted foot and
 an arm that does not function right a beggar with 
scabby skin eyes...

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Personified evil


I feel repulsed when he is near; I ought to have compassion 
for this cripple, his twisted foot and arm
a beggar with scabby skin and eyes as black as looking into
the dark side of...

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Before the day unfolds from crumpled sorrow prior to dawning
yawning fake cumbersome fawning’s creases nocturnal tossing
turning ragged motion rigor ante mortis refuses to leave the sheets
and pleated feat of forlorn furrows of a haunted mind...

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The empty swing
swings gently
in the gentle
breeze that wafts
across the empty
playground park.
The dust in the foot-pans 
beneath the swings
lifts up in the breeze,
swirls and curls in
a spiral willy-nilly, willy-willy.
The town has all but died.
A tardy few...

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On the day Tarit marched off to war,
he embraced fair Vekka, pledging fealty,
as her little sister Genki made faces and 
tugged at Vekka’s skirts, jealous. 

Genki, with her stick limbs and sticky lips
and scabby elbows...

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You put a jar over the flame, 
Snuff me out before I have the chance
To burn.  How could you-- 
Leave me alone in here? 
My strength, like the wax, 
Can dripdripdrip for so long...

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You do it for me, better than tea,
better than Camembert, or a nice runny Brie.
Better than honey, or marmalade toast
or an unexpected letter that arrives in the post.
Better than hob nobs, or baby's smiles,
or the...

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Love hearts and scabby knees.
Dead flies and stinging bees.
Dirty nails and sweaty lips.
Fishnets with ragged slips.
Eyeholes in a hessian sack.
Pimples on a tattooed back.
Toys that she just can’t unpack.
Helen. 
Secret Helen.

Lies from a mother’s heart.
Secrets...

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She was once a child ~
             happy
             bright green eyes
laughing ....

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Eczema
by M. Griswold
03162020

I have a fire raging beneath my skin.
It's itchy and red, burning from within.
From hands to fingers, feet to toes.
The heat is extreme and ever grows.

It's color is red in hue and is...

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let's start with a line and see where it leads
People like blood so I will make mine bleed

a zombie a chainsaw perhaps some bats
For good measure I'll throw in some black cats

I'm running out of...

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The hand, now cold as alabaster,
the one that stroked my fevered brow,
or applied the Germolene and plaster,
is old and withered and lifeless now.

Kind eyes, the first I ever saw,
watched over my formative years,
watched as I...

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Young minds see options like sand on a beach.
Decisions born of freedom,
The keys to doors leading
To mysterious worlds made from boxes and sheet.
'Lets pretend' a password to scabby knees you find
boundaries unfenced, beckon brave adventurers.
Grandad's...

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Scabby knees and chimney stack smoke

Scabby knees and chimney stack smoke,
Short corduroy trousers, old flat cap bloke.
Wash lines of linen hang over cobbled street,
Holes in our shoes, dirty cold callous feet.
Make do and mend, hand...

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There’s a tabby ally cat
And a very scabby rat
And a vampire bat
And a very hungry gnat
And a horrid little brat
And they lived in a flat
Where a man in a hat
Saw a stain on the mat
It’s...

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