Staple Poems - Poems about Staple

this surgery is never guaranteed some come away looking terrific they don’t publicize those left dead buried in a foreign grave my friends will take the risk dreams of being thin not me this time I shall stay alive fat...

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As the mirror photographs eyes, Tongues running laps read glazed signs, Broken phone calls your label Talking fire cuts fixed cable, Voices piling in rooms behind. Snapshotting darkness as I dine, Mailing timepiece's vessel skies, Painkillers rocking the cradle, As the mirror photographs eyes. The brain's carcass sees the sun rise Rotating roads, token trails sigh, Step on streets in staples,...

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Are there Staples in this staple sandwich? I ask in the ER in the hallway Where my bed for the night is Where I need earplugs To dim the constant sound of my mind There is no room in this overbooked Busy mind of mine Red, blue and yellow thumbtacks, like MnMs Make dull points, melted into the cookies As I...

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smiles for the unpredictable anger for the bitter-hearted humility for the divine-hearted...

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The pursuit is not as much to attain The full ripeness of self-confidence, But to rather pass through it, To observe its gears from the mind's Eternal shore, its brass and bravado. I saw three orange lights on New Years Eve In the dark and smoky distance Of my parent's neighborhood. Then above the street three clouds converged, one swallowing the other, the third...

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