Short Laminated Poems
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Plastered posters up on dividers
laminated and preserved for generations
of students, marching by filing
nameless the years, uncounted
the numbers
get out
my laminated
computer generated
bar coded photo i d badge
swipe it
across the
scanner watching
as it turns green from red
someday
hoping it
won't let
me in
Form:
laminated white
trees, shrubs, green rose bushes' leaves....
brilliant sun rises
garden fence top board glistens
dove stands with fluffed feathers
I just recall my
College love life
When a girl answer
My love in a tissue paper.
I treasure that moment
And that tissue paper
I keep it laminated
Until today, i just hid it
In my memory
And my secret album.
the once laminated memories
now peel away in folds
each fold cutting deep
haunting me
the smiles and
ecstatic laughter
of those years
taunts me
the ripples of youth dig
deep into my skin
seeping lines deep
haunting me
taunting me
Etched emotions carved
upon wood stained slats
channels of putrid odors
behind polyurethaned glass
its stench guised by colorful hues
a dark laminated soul
dangles from a plastered wall
framed within a once proud tree
where emptiness once stood
now hangs my sanity.......
Ocean lights cigarette
Puffs mouthful smoke towards mountain
Tobacco clouds incarcerate the mountain
Later on....
Mountain coughs
Its skins are uprooted
Displaying crystal clear
Cancer-laminated
Black lungs of mountain
Dear buddy
I beg sorry
I don't wanna be another mountain
All the people stop and stare,
they don't care, they don't mind the street-lights.
Bumpers kiss, fenders bend, I saw her grin, when she saw them glance again.
Black skin, with the wild hair, ripped denim laminated on her derrière.
Leather in the summer, ask her if she cares, all the people stop and stare.
Black vintage with the wild hair.
An old octagon table
with a laminated press board top
Left outside it may soon rot
legs of steel make it heavy
Lifting it alone not quite able
dragged it out the back door into the mud
For rest sat on it with a thud
steel legs sank deep into the soft ground
Now a bench on display
for in the back yard it now stays
Still should move it not really an excuse
but it is a nice place to roost.
Lips mops caress waterfalls crash metallic nerve laughing gas confession
watermelon sugar sister scissors
clocks tick loud like shaved ambergris
Laminated kerosene lamps illuminate
Evanescence oblivious presence
Skull bird knives spike of peachy creamery
Pentagram ouija board machinery’
Throats chokes, nose pinched in bleached milkshakes. tiny ears buried speechless
Mousetrapped.
I gave it all
The dilapidated décor,
and Sergeant Pepper
wore the same tones.
Burgundy stocking
hung on a lava lamp,
A poster of Leonard Cohen
as a young man.
Paddington apartments
travel by train unhurried by time.
A girl drinking Liebfraumilch
waiting for me to come home
with a used album of Rubber Sole
We had vinyl prayer-wheels,
a laminated love affair.
We had red and yellow music;
bottles of Blue Nun wine.
Just following mind-grooves,
hunting the smell of vinyl
and laminated covers,
no music available
only an inaudible sense
of myself
whistling aimlessly
through collections -
recollections,
the reissued
fade-outs of the faded.
Nothing too much to bear
between ear to ear,
only the well-worn, well scratched,
revolutions of the heart - its pulse
a rhythmic clicking of dry fingers
to the beat
of long muted tunes.
Peculiar as it may seem...
...and stranger than belief...
In sight in itself is a wonderful gift...
When followed alongside honesty...
...The unexpected happens...
...Wishful in its wonderment...
...Superficial left behind stranded...
...with promise - this self belief...
...with atonement moral in seed...
...desire laminated...the higher self...
...the spiritual with honour will bless...
...Allow the inner to commence...
A cold breathe leaves my mouth frozen solid
I can feel it as laminated mid grey silver fog
So cold that my lips shutters like a brown ground squirrel running
Blinded, I can't see Blizzard storms
Frozen leaves on trees none moving
Timber of trees few fallen leaves
I call out to the branches
They reach out to me
Snow falls falling down on my head
My blue lips yellowed faced my statue is that I'm cold...
Frozen
11/29/17