Short Stack Up Poems
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All these
Little pills
I stack up
In the morning
And evening too
Keep me a
Memorable
Sane
No drugs
In my veins
Just regret and
Love-hate for my exes
All ways gone
And I’m left
Alone
bitter biting wind
ice crystals glint on fresh snow
sheets stack up below
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Sometimes we need to shatter what we thought mattered
Refocusing our vision for clues to update our point of view
As a student in how the heart teaches what true inner peace is
So we can stack up our broken pieces as high as the sky reaches
Ticktock, as the clock counts down time:
the seconds morph into minutes.
Then, the minutes stack up as hours
that accumulate into days,
transforming into weeks, then months.
Tethered to thoughts of forever,
time, transcends the concept of years.
I do not want you burning stuff, my husband says
this is tantamount to waving a red flag in front of a bull
you already set fire to the dumpster he reminds me
not once or twice, but twenty-six or seven times
I do not reply, because a reply would be a no-win.
I believe in a win-win; especially after my husband goes to bed
I stack up a little pile of boxes and begin my fifth bonfire this week
No frames of Arts
No articulation of the tongue to fight
Words
low enough to skip
the storm
Sing the silence
A circular dream that does not want to be woken up
Words plugged into their stammer
worries stack up without pause
Like something drilling.
I stare into the fire.
I close my eyes. That makes a dark line mine.
The finger beats the guitar without strings.
An hour to think.
We get approximately three boxes a day in deliveries
My husband is the ultimate order-machine
He takes more stuff back than most people order
I am sure UPS knows his name now
These boxes stack up on couches, the back of a bookshelf,
Beds, chairs, tables, and other not-for-boxes-places
When I get tired of them, I burn them in a huge bonfire
I love this part of the boxes the best, thus I encourage these orders.
We hang low from angles
Back up we stack up
Like gold under rainbows
The pool balls we rack up
Back up we stack up
Words are in my veins
The pool balls we rack up
And stain onto my brains
Words are in my veins
So just trust me
And stain onto my brains
You better run if you're rusty
So just trust me
Like gold under rainbows
You better run if you're rusty
We hang low from angles
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