Long Smeary Poems

[Well, ShallowMan’s ne’er at a loss
for voicing shallow thoughts that gloss.
With trenchant wit he reaps the dross
when seeking sense in applesauce.

But to his aid flies FactoidMan
who always has a Fact at hand;
with him, who needs...

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I babysit the daughter (Ivy) of a doctor at the hospital where I volunteer, accumulating ‘clinical hours’ for my med school applications. According to my mom, the purpose of my current existence is to get...

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Orange hair, brown hair, yellow hair, sometimes called blonde.
Green hair, black hair, blue hair, purple hair, lavender for old ladies.
Yellow, blue and orange hair, a vivid combination.
Pink, purple and white hair, one of my favorite...

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Kelso has a boat
smeared to the gunnels,
with cawk and greasy weeds.
Kelso is old enough
to be free of care,

his dog don't care neither.

At the prow of dawn
he hauls dripping lobsters
in their pots
up the scummy steps
of the...

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Did she say time numbers or prime numbers? 
I was sure it was not rhyme numbers. 
She is staring at me. Miss Johnson, math teacher.
Takes daydreaming in class as a personal affront.
Her eyes narrow. I...

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   The smeary fingers,
   Left unwashed.
   Leave prints,
   All over the gloss.

   On bright metal handles,
   Drawers semi closed.
   Up and...

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We are all following the crowd today.
We are looting and burning and shouting hooray!
It is fun to be in this group, they have painted me gray.
I am a mascot, and some want to hear what...

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Carrots for breakfast, carrots for lunch, Carrots for dinner, crunch, baby, crunch.
What are your immediate feelings about soup on a plate?
Vegetable and broccoli potato are both well worth a wait.
Don’t gag on the mushrooms,
You big...

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Something about paint
I absolutely adore!~feeling more
fluid-thinking when wearing an 
old smock, branded with dashes and 
blobs, to my mind each
one a stripe of rank with starry 
splashes my medals – 

like coral reefs 

like florescent...

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I sit alone on cold winter nights, thinking of how my life became dreary

Is it something that I had just realised? or is it just another theory?

Am I content with what I have in life?...

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She came charging down on me with her full weight.
I wanted to be invisible, but it did not happen.
I was gripped tightly in the throes of death.
She was tearing me apart, in pieces

Unconcerned with my...

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