Long Washrag Poems

I wonder again why I have talked, uninterrupted
Until I am blue in the face
Convincing as I may be
You still believe
You're nothing more than human waste

Empty threats, locked doors turn into quiet space
So I kick and...

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Ralph the roach
Is of a devilish kind
He will forever encroach
Upon all that he finds

He will sample your food
When you're not aware
He will think you rude 
If you don't want to share

He loves to sneak around...

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I was reeking of spilled grape juice yesterday. 
Today I stink like cigarettes.  
In less than two weeks I have gone from new to old.
From crisp to filthy,
 from sticky to stiff.
I shudder as...

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It's evening
I'm inside the bathroom
looking into the mirror
opening up my head
taking out my brain like a washrag

The light flows in from down the hallway
bending into the mirror's depths
displaying my melancholy face
the faded surroundings that all...

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