Short Crams Poems

again I sit in the seat of a student, back to being a kid. 
back to the realities of life, in which I have hid.
again come the papers and exams
back to the all nighters and study crams
again set outside of this basic mold
back to the iron bars, secluded and cold
I am who I am, set outside of the box
my mind is my own, and my thoughts are unlocked...

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Unrest in me
made me so and not that,
in whatever doings and whoever is me:
something crams upwards
weaves web over web
around the thoughts.

Is it so, want it else:
it’s so damn cold
when all quivers.

Hammer and forge
my dearest words
for whom I don’t possess.

Want to caress 
everyone’s head
in a sacrament,
be so for ever,
till night ebbs from me
in a godforsaken box....

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Cadence calls collective clans
ricochet playful katydid
not crackle his crocodile skin.

Crazy kids combine their fares
for riding rickety RinTinTins
out zipping their yipping files.

Corny crackers crash their lines
lickety slippery splat
finishing race far much too soon
before fine ladies grow fat.

Cadence cries corrective crams
flippety flying frying fins
falling their crowns upside down
while mothers cry for their sins....

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