Short Slops Poems

Hens tops 
All slops. 

Jeans good
Your mood. 

Menswear
I swear.

No jeans
No beans....

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poesy curse of hanging fruit strings

a pool topped up to the brim
will spill over 
to
endless 
drips 
of 
drivel 
slops
...

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 noth'n sounds more sweeter 
                 than
   the jamaican windz help'n
the salty wet slap 'gainst mine 
          cabin's porthole
                 her'z 
                 arrrr
 tresses flap'n 'gainst me face
             her vocalz
          just the slight
             mine hear

                 hey
               she be 
                 yar

...

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In a Mediterranean blue cabin of sleep rocked to the sea beat in his ears
what big seas of dreams run in the Captain's sleep
over what blue whaled waves does he sail in a rainbow hail of flying-fishes 
he can see the Atlantic from his bed where he now lies
night and day night and day eating his bread and slops
the quiet cripple dreaming staring at the sea and the skies
he will lie here till the sky goes out and the sea stops...

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It is a plasmid wraith of thickened odors,
its organs, the sticky slops
of dead-end days.

It hungers for discarded dregs,
the dispensed with and disposed of
are its haunt,
scraps of yesterday trail behind it
as grey tentacles no longer able
to feel.

Soon the trashmen will
ambush the bins,
heave them into a reeking wagon,

yet it will return tomorrow
smelling worse,
for nothing absolves us 
from its un-recyclable curse....

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Night and day 
night and day now eating his bread and slops
a quiet demented dreaming dreams of sea and soft skies

But how big the seas of thought
still do run still in captain sleep
a mediterranean of ships 
a cabin of sleep rocked to the sea beat in his ears

Over what blue whaled waves does he sail
in a rainbow hail of flying-fishes 
he can still see the ocean from his bed 

Lying he there now till the sky goes out and the sea stops...

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