Short Styrofoam Poems
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Fenced off with a comb
New age sand crab’s beachfront home
Cup of styrofoam
By Robb A. Kopp
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Styrofoam, mans’ cool invention
Nature’s dilemma to negate
Sarah started walking my tiger home
after I drank a few and went to roam,
and while she was fuming mad
she called me a jacka** cad...
Damn! She's wrapped my tiger in Styrofoam!!
crisp
cool
rather crunchy…
Yeah!
shredded
odd
quite zesty…
Oh
Boy
Gimme!
anytime-anywhere
picnic finally complete
styrofoam bowl
lending firm yet gentle support
containing
the White Strangeness…
more please
summer gentle wind
wrong hot looks, an excessive
near the Styrofoam
hot outside boiling
melting man burns within him
boiling inside out
7/4/19
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019
In the indecision--
the sidewalk's cracked masses,
always greener the upside,
screaming horns and Styrofoam cup lipstick stains--
the Second Hand grows sluggishly Dopesick;
Tick tock Time vomits itself to a hault
and the environment produces
Me.
false teeth
prosthetic arms and legs
diapers
wigs
grenades
expired passports and licenses
human skull
ribbons
plastic bottles
papers by the ton
glass
Styrofoam that never disintegrates
food scraps
filling up landfills one item at a time
Strong Foundation
Limerick
Tom
7/8/2018
There once was a man, who built a new home,
It had beautiful archways and a golden dome.
The foundation was on sand,
Meaning it wouldn’t stand,
Instead of wood he should have used Styrofoam?
Seventy Seven
Written: by Tom Wright
1/15/2016
77 Feels Like,
Going From Fine China
To Styrofoam Cups and Paper Plates;
The gourmet meals, life formerly volunteered,
Have vanished from the menu, leaving unexhausted items
I’m found without appetency for.
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Seventy Seven
Written: by Tom Wright
1/15/2016
77 Feels Like,
Going From Fine China
To Styrofoam Cups and Paper Plates;
The gourmet meals, life formerly volunteered,
Have vanished from the menu, leaving unexhausted items
I’m found without appetency for.
she was
packed
in a box
shipped
to me
upon
opening
popping
a bottle
of champagne
i celebrated
and then
celebrated
again by
popping
the bubble
wrap that
she was
packed in
and then
i thought
what if
it were
styrofoam
what do
they pack
styrofoam
in
when
shipping
Form:
tapioca balls
swirling across the pavement ~
graupel has fallen
We are experiencing inclement weather and have had ‘snow’ in a form I had never seen before, it is like tiny Styrofoam balls or tapioca grains, I googled and discovered it is called graupel, hence the poem
02/09/21
Rainy Days
On rainy days celery sticks make
pillow forts, cookies eat
packs of
cards, test tubes learn
how to
draw, vases lip
sync Gloria Estefan songs, paper airplanes look at
old pictures of
their recycled relatives, Styrofoam cups break
down, ladders bend and
stretch, and
lunch boxes grow
long shiny
silky hair.
barren
i pour life into your carcass
three minute companion
join me for an afternoon busied by the flusters of the world
endless noodle sucked through an indifferent orifice
brown abyss
what lies beneath the surface?
floating buoys aptly distract my visual analysis
yellow, orange, green
styrofoam smirk!
allow me to revel in your sweat
for my lack of toil
One afternoon in April,
behind the wheel of my beat-up and broken car,
sweating a little,
my best friend in the passenger seat,
two large Styrofoam cups between us,
ice and juice and hopefulness:
and I cried and cried
and considered banging my head
against the steering wheel,
the windshield, the dashboard
(for dramatic effect),
all the hot plastic dusty with rage.
I envy the stylish model
her styrofoam perfect breasts
those legs that never need shaving
the sweet smile that needs no rest
the hair that’s always behaving
the pose that teasingly arrests
she’s a icon of current fashion
a flower neatly pressed
but no love will ever find her
no one cares if she’s undressed
she’ll never accomplish anything
never mind - I’m not impressed
The Seder meal approaches;
A shank bone is required.
In years gone by, the butcher smiled
Whenever I inquired.
I hardly know him, but these bones
Are tossed when meat is cut
And so he’d give me one for free;
Today I got one – but…
It’s nestled now in Styrofoam
And shrink-wrapped – very nice,
Until I noticed something else –
A ticket with a price!
It cost $1.23.
That’s not a lot of cash,
But it’s so weird to pay for what’s
Intended for the trash!
What if Heaven….
is HELL….
The ultimate
gated
retirement community.
No “crazy” old neighbors
talking to their cats,
feeding their plastic flamingoes
styrofoam packing peanuts.
No music
unless downloaded
from a select play list,
no flags, no bumper stickers,
(unreadable wrinkled tattoos – OK).
No churches
if you’re here
you should know why.
Just forever smiling
angelic faces
aching
to drop a cannonball
into the pool.
John G. Lawless
©4/4/2019
choreography by de sade
lurid in glass cages
masturbating strobe lit neon
orbit decaying speed.
wholesale supplication
self abusing gratification
starving heroin chic
naked jazz gloss pages
clinical execution
seductive as scalpels
warm as polar ice floes
passionate as styrofoam
loveless bloodless corpses
cold animated fever
acid battery jerks
common denominator appeal
promises to be broken
dreams exsanguinated
lives to be killed
flesh...be...mine