Long Texaco Poems

Oh my god is this 1787,
Was the constitution just written today?
Because the WiFi is down,
And I don’t know what to say,
I’m about to perform a bitch-face frown.

If I were frowning much harder my lips would...

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Nomadic Hearts

Seems just yesterday simple Jane's heart kept perfect time. Ticking, never losing a beat. Days seemed good. Nights seemed hopeful.

The streets of her town, barren of big city chaos, knew calm. Knew boring. Knew...

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I had dreams of yesterday
I woke up with a smile
My dreams took me back 
And it was better for a while.

Jeff was calling Lassie
We had moonbeams in a jar
Perry Como was teaching us
To catch a...

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Who the hell rings bells anymore
whether in a Capitalist society, a Theocracy, an Oligarchy,
or a Dictatorship

	the DING has sure been taken out of the
	rama dama ding dong

No ones home, the juries out
	G-d is dead?
	Shell, Chevron...

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STOP TO SINK ABOUT THIS

What you don’t understand is that I understand those of you who don’t understand
I fully and factually get the things you do with clarity and class
The way I understand why you...

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The Red Texaco Fire Chief Truck
David J Walker

I’ve seen them parked on the shelves of 
antique stores
Too numerous to count 

That Red Texaco Gas tanker truck
Made of pressed sheet metal 
Almost indestructible 
that, at my...

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The czars and the kings will hold on to their throne chairs
until they are dragged out kicking and screaming,
tweeting all the way to their dungeons.

Nuclear winter is a few years down the road, but global...

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Almost every, time I regret a thing,
I've done it's from becoming my worst enemy
Why can I never seem, to step aside
Get out of my own way, instead of being 
Caught  between the many things preventing...

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Broke down
On the side of the road
Got no where to go 
Just a flat tire
Slept in the car till day light
Thumbed a ride to a Texaco
Man says, “Girl you look wiped out, 
You could stay...

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Dead cars decorate the field 
behind an old Texaco station 
that smells of grease and gasoline 

This is their graveyard: 
a place to rest and rust 
as relics of yesteryear 

Fords, Plymouths, Chevrolets, 
mirrored monuments...

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Love is the lost cause
bleeding in the dusty halflight
of a suburban sad cafe.
Remembrances of autumns past
and kisses beneath Texaco neon,
a wrong turn and a fleeting smile,
a flash of light in the utter darkness
of youth.

A fragile...

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Of all the professions ever been in the world
      Some are rightly regarded today as absurd

    The Western Union man just can't compete
    ...

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