Pillbox Poems - Poems about Pillbox

... In the still of the night, spectro-gramming the hot utter of air, filtered by laser strainer- it has become a scale for judgment scaled by tier a black hole of sin in my pocket, a p......Read the rest...

...I am getting myself a retail therapy cat said my aunt. I met one once, and I am telling you that you simply can’t! She had made up her mind and brought home Mrs. T. A well-dressed cat that was per......Read the rest...

...Anti-Poem – “Respirations In Blue” the mother cooks food on the old gas range wearing a blue dress she boils five potatoes husband fred wears a red sweater smoking pall mall non-filters that sp......Read the rest...

...the body has receded into a fetus, imploding in thrombosis in the parts also inside out and in the microcosm of the eye the retina retained a little or not at all of the color that turned from g......Read the rest...

...Jackie wore a pillbox hat And all who watched remember that. That image, with her rose-pink suit Is something no one can dispute. The bloodied suit, of wool boucle, Is, in the archives, locked......Read the rest...

...AntiPoem 4 “Santo and Johnny” (Poet’s instruction- Play “Sleepwalk” twice by Santo and Johnny while reading) Santo and Johnny play Sleepwalk on Fender steel and bass Just oozing out their mel......Read the rest...

...What If There Was No Tomorrow? - The Polar Ice ‘Cap’ - this time it’s burnt and curled upon a new head. The sweet smoke of his sugarloaf effigy black as night, surrounded by a material red tri......Read the rest...

...Funeral in 1963 Beveled dusty cracked glass shielding Mother Mary enthroned, Amidst flying angelic devotions atop whipped clouds of icy air, Enslaved by an antique miracle made manifest in sta......Read the rest...

...Students wear a mortarboard for graduation Not a deerstalker like Sherlock Holmes If they did, I would have to tip my hat To those with such discriminating domes! If you are a fireman, chef, or......Read the rest...

...How uncomfortable I was, sun beating down, wished I was back home in Esher, I didn't have to kill anyone in Surrey, now life and death, always in a hurry. It was what I was paid for, King and c......Read the rest...

...Hot sand… hills of hot sand; I feel cold, The cold powder through my toes, And the air is quietly travelling its path, A meandering river, it flows. Then, before me, the oasis, the answer to my......Read the rest...

...I met a proper woman in a proper pub on a Monday in Peoria. It was noon, time for lunch, and we were sitting stool to stool over very large burgers at a long mahogany bar. It curved in and out as if ......Read the rest...

...she wears bows in her hair what is she 13? she wears pillbox hats and pearls I mean come on who still wears pearls? she has bracelets of every shape and color around her left arm her arms a ......Read the rest...

...I quickly joined the Navy on June the 4th, 1943, As soon as I graduated at 17, life was definitely to be; I received boot training in the state of Maryland, At Bainbridge, became a navigator no......Read the rest...

...A pillbox hat, a suit of pink, The blood and all the tears; That small salute, so solemn – Is it really fifty years? A swearing-in, a widow’s face Behind a netted veil; The coffin in a hears......Read the rest...