Squeegeed Poems - Poems about Squeegeed

...My arms are moist, uncomfortably. Standing in the humidity of a tiny bathroom after an overdue shower. Heat hovers disgustingly around my squeegeed sack; a pink puss of skin. I thank the mi......Read the rest...

...The tinted walls’ filled with paintings - Max, Bull, Fanch, Chen and Noah. The mantel, shelves, tabletops cleared to be lemon-dusted and windex-spritzed. Company’s coming. Lots to be done. Bli......Read the rest...

...New Orleans Is it a fish-tank of disgust? better left to hold water than you and us Should the walls stay down below the line let bodies fester rampant crime? Cross on corral houses those ......Read the rest...