Menthol Poems - Poems about Menthol

... The refrigerator door opens, the light illuminates the wine. Still we just can’t seem to comprehend, why we feel like crap all the time. Don’t speak before our morning coffee, just one more ......Read the rest...

...Old sleuth foot such a character an old veteran with one leg yet he still happy ~ Old Slew Foot with a gorilla chest he smelled of menthol from his breath Oh! slew foot was qu......Read the rest...

...Is that the same habitual pain The one I didn’t expect To reappear once again Like fume of menthol cigarette I smoked ten thousand days ago When snow was blooming lily-white And withered leav......Read the rest...

...I wake up in the morning, with my joints all stiff and sore. I reach for that magic tool, I keep in the dresser drawer. At first it starts to tingle, I feel like a little kid. Suddenly the he......Read the rest...

...menthol cigarettes / messy journals / propane torches / unfinished poems / broken promises / black bandana / clock rings / thrift shops / candle wax / stolen books / peach nehi / ......Read the rest...

...Hootin Bootin Shootin Tootin Smokin Lokin Caterpillar Running around in the recesses of the darkened cellar Taking long deadly drags from his menthol minded mary jane. We cannot sing this song wit......Read the rest...

...When everyone wore Calvin Klein I wore pairs of Old Navy jeans and graphic tees When everyone carried a mouthful Menthol Cigarettes I carried a mouthful of Sour Patch Kids When everyone was havi......Read the rest...

...or The Boob Tube "Vasectomies sexy are eagerly on the rise." -- today's modern ovum * * * In one historic cache deep underground find my advice to snip and seal each tub......Read the rest...

...Bernard has been begging Bernard has been begging Lord God ‘Please’ For life of buffeting unease Bernard’s lung’s finest sound an odd where, He’d been trying all his life to ease: Lots of mentho......Read the rest...

...Poetry is a life-cherishing force. For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry." — Mary Olive......Read the rest...

...It matters much who is in control: In a venture he is the petrol; To others hands what is relevant And fishes out those who gallivant; Workers warn to be not sycophant For treats the size of an ......Read the rest...

...Clements’ Mazda fully in control Just crazily ran out of petrol, His Humble Catarrh out of control With obvious depletion of Menthol; Not a thing solved by mere vitriol Or plunging into angry pa......Read the rest...

...Gideon is trembling with fear His wife shivering with cold; Some chattering sounds to bear; A discomfort from The Cold Now learnt a fitting lesson; A bucketful to now heat “Menthol at home a bl......Read the rest...

...It counts a lot who is in Control: In a venture he is The Petrol; To tell The others The Relevant, Fish out those who choose to gallivant, Workers warn to be not Sycophant: Those chasing the siz......Read the rest...

...An old lady from Bristol, Walks around with a bag of menthol, She unwraps and licks, Every time she an answer seeks, An old lady with a heart like a ball.......Read the rest...