Short Flogs Poems

Frog and Toad were on the road
When they met a Chinaman

   He said, 'Harro. How do-you-do?
   I nevel see two flogs rike you.'...

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I bore a son
crazy he is
teaches himself to ride bike
by falling from tree

he learns to write
by biting and eating pencils
and when he is beaten in race
he flogs his lazy legs

I bore a son
crazy he is
trains himself as soldier
by shooting his own shadow...

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I can no longer suppress this deep loathing
That writhes and churns, flogs and smothers 
Every loving and tender sentiment within
My sullen mind;
Once filled with vain gaiety and vain desire,
Now embittered.  
Isolation can make weak even the strongest souls,
But a noose to the neck will not ease this pain,
For Death denies such true repose.
Then tell me, how can I ever be at peace,
When alive the guilt kills me so?...

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In the rear view is a big slab rider in
tiger prints on the open road.

Off the pike and down the route, I
see my breath she sees the inside of
a brain bucket lid.

Crispy corn snakes slither between those
bubble gum wheels, I see my breath she
parts the fog with hot drag pipes.

Her gore-tex grips those tasseled ape hangers, in
armor head to toe.

The silence breaks into four-banger parade,
I see my breath she lets off the
binder and flogs up the dawn....

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