Shag Poems - Poems about Shag

...Beyond the wave-sacked pebbles lie the pockmarked dunes, sea-wind swept heaps, burrowed by the claws of scaly thrashers. Here they huddle, the working class, flogging grim pleasures, wolfing ......Read the rest...

...Have you ever had A bag of potato chips A glass of smoky wine Halfway through Wanting for more? Have the rest of the bag Drink the whole bottle There’s wisdom in saturation Joy in the overf......Read the rest...

...Hes ing homeless, you see him there don't ignore that starved groak glare, You can see that he's got an empty cup in his hand he looks hungry and you're now aware, He has no shirt on his back no s......Read the rest...

...when we would rehearse shallow we had found our purse things will become worse we could comprehend that rules will have to amend prayers to God send mouth started to sag when he had been k......Read the rest...

...part 2 of 2 8 No Love in the Heart of Town Hot summer day Fetty Wap heavy rotates Done pretendin' to find a God charades Besides feelin' not havin to try, nothin's changed Jumped in 1 after......Read the rest...

...The slithered shadows trailed my shag rug, in the foothills of the upright weave of flaccid threads. Seemingly chaotic, yet made out of pure design and memory: From the hands of its maker, rolled......Read the rest...

...Remember stuck on band-aid brand, Because band-aid is stuck on you? Remember when the furniture was Made from wicker and bamboo? Remember three on a bike with the banana-seat. ......Read the rest...

...I used to miss your touch, now your hands feel like claws I used to melt in your stare, now your eyes come with bristles I used to miss your shag and plaits, now you wear a tail of a horse I......Read the rest...

...Lynette was attached to the ambiance of the seventies. She had a shag rug with large loops and flecks of silver. Bulb like globs floated in her six lava lamps. She replaced her accelerator pedal w......Read the rest...

...I once visited an old copper town in the upper peninsula of Michigan. The U.P. as the Yoopers say And on the U.P. it winters from October to April’s end where saloons and vacant churches p......Read the rest...

...in streams of sunbeams inviting my face to turn upwards I am captured by intangible senses of nutmeg and cinnamon communion- candy-coated moments blossoming As the wizard of memories wakes a dr......Read the rest...

...Beyond the wave-sacked, lie the pockmarked dunes, heaps dug by the claws of scaly thrashers. Here they huddle, my blood kin flogging grim pleasures, wolfing eggy sandwiches, dipping tea-stain......Read the rest...

... I was eleven years old When I watched, from the shag carpeted floor, Roots – the series proclaiming Injustice beyond my comprehension Prejudice that would prevent me From ever blurt......Read the rest...

...The psychedelic décor and Sergeant Pepper wore the same uniformly gaudy tones. Burgundy striped stockings hung on a lava lamp, puff the magic dragon dwelt in our rented rainbow. A poster of Leo......Read the rest...

...The psychedelic décor and Sergeant Pepper wore the same uniformly gaudy tones. Burgundy striped stockings hung on a lava lamp, puff the magic dragon dwelt in our rented rainbow. A poster of Leo......Read the rest...