Short Crowbar Poems

crowbar tries to pry
my oyster solitary
exists self-contained...

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My sister Susie loved picking her nose
To her chagrin her little finger froze
It was stuck so far
Doc used a crowbar
Finger up nose - not a ladylike pose!



14TH January 2016...

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Such hideous tyranny,
My eyes, betraying my essence-
Two lone tears gather and fall
down the sides of my face.
Voice cracking, Jazz notes.
My skin, so full of secrets
Buried, crowbar wrenching it open
Desolation, in spite of myself
So, so, stupid
so, so, alive
so unbelievably, unimaginably, unfeasibly,
existing.
All the time....

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 LUCKY ME
~~~~~

death has chased me
three times pulled from the sea
crowbar… past my head

illnesses
death teasing the Grim Reaper
I laughed in his face

I ponder lost life…
many friends'  younger than me
I cry at the thought

one more… I forgot…
sat on a canyon bridge wall
fainted… note… I write

three line tales… all true
evoked by life being chased
finding home from home
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The crow took a crowbar, a dog a doggerel rhythm
         Both played their great innings, hoho,  they had that freedom
                                     Crow’s wife a cold fish
                                       Dog was so wolfish
             He made lunch a rough fish and all gained subtle treedom.


                                                "lxlxlxlxlxlxl"
                                                 '...

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My hands are sutured 
behind my head. 
I lie like a fallen yield sign 
on the side of the road. 
My path is yellow and humble. 

My hands separate.  Pull. 
And split open the back of my skull. 

Evolution takes place in the gaps 
of solitude being locked in a room, 
away from all influences. 
Natural and spiritual become one law. 
And I yield . . .  

Pried open with my crowbar 
hands, the grey matter separates -- 
creating an entranceway 
for new experiences....

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