Rheumatic Poems - Poems about Rheumatic

... Quiet on the streets absolute Rheumatic seats of invisible solitude naked feet Walking the streets I am at all I am All that what's going on what goes on is so obsolete Baring roads......

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...I was born the eighth among nine siblings .One sister Gladyss Darlene ,seven years older ,died after five days from a condition she would have probably survived had she been born in the hospital.I ha......

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...her spine that musical instrument I strummed plucking sounds chords and tones in axis, the toothed vertebra she turned her head saying she knew everything I know she didn't know about heathen......

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...I opened a workshop of living it takes care of the city's sorrows, makes you tear up traffic tickets, miss appointments, climb a tree and curse authority. Just yesterday an old lady came. She ......

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...we don't know why we wake up this way, feeling that something is wrong, feeling late, as if it had already passed the time to commit our crimes and it was too late to go to the balcony to dry ......

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...I'm not sure what she's using though I have an idea her body she's abusing and her mind has anaemia as the excuses drip off her tongue as to why she can't call not the first to be sung not th......

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...I realized COVID-19 called for a lengthy isolation, I stocked my cupboard and went into self-imposed quarantine Confined with no visitors provides little consolation. I realized what older si......

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...I’ll never forget what’s her name A PE teacher and ogre she became For I was such a sickly child it really made this ogre wild Held in my hand a medical certificate exempted from all things phy......

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...She is aware of distance, a distance that replaces smooth with wrinkle, that adds weight to where it once fell away, a distance as controllable as a storm, as time itself. It feels likes a rope......

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...as Las Vegas blood pours on Manchester in droplets the shape of poker chips scattered, dropped by a God laughing all the way to the bank when the lattice streets, corners and cobbles and bridges o......

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...Why do we feel increasingly difficult conflicts create strong-rooted energy? And depressingly BusinessAsUsual penetrated exhumed exhausted extracted distracted by runaway toxic chaos? Ye......

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...Yes, of course I am the king and lord of this house. Sure, you could talk to the Mrs. if she was here, You're back? Probably better not to wake my spouse, Sleeping sound, a wonderful woman, a real......

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...Herd-mongers, schoolmarms and glorious twats Piloting leased arks through drenched parking lots Cadillacs cleansed of a fine week’s debris Just in time for the polish of sanctimony A river of s......

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...Laughter will hunger for your mouth On mornings that break ominous, Though the cold shoulder from above Shoves from view all that’s luminous. When breezes wheeze, die in your hair, Laughte......

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...You think not of life, but of the moon: still and white. August wind chimes like sweet bones sound a tune of twenty-three; the somber age when you will die and summer turns another page. Eac......

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