Starched Poems - Poems about Starched

...Before the guns and bombs were made the clubs and fists were swung names for numbers now we trade the senseless turned all numb crumbled blocks broken down create, destroy, rebuild a three ri......

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...object be silent not signed about take the present it a meaningful moment at that cornered life you scram behind the bent stand she and he hide out for once and for naught a single ounce ......

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...Not a room for the waiting or the receiving of the waiting, but a room for a liquid thinking a turgidity that trickles through plastic tubes. Is this where doors remain jammed forever between......

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...Serging through life, I whipstitch, weft, and welt, But always, my thoughts are pick-threading. As stippled patches of emotion rise and fall in me, See me, feel me, touch me, heal me Just too m......

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...Maude’s Last Stand (Rage, Rage, Rage against the dying of the light - Dylan Thomas ) They put me on the second floor Now uniforms pass by my door Starched and stiff they bristle by Sometim......

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...In a house, half-mad, with mother and dad, And a labyrinth he couldn’t escape - He trudged the maze, with a string ball, so sad. The sky’s warm, gay orb, too, was round in shape. So pretty wa......

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... "Sliders" 500 clicks down, was code phrase for battle ships gone all depth charge. The deeper you go down that black-holed sink, the more you understand in your oxygen deprived brain,......

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...In this vast void of existence, we stand, Hearts bleeding out, met with the back of a hand. Alone we stagger in life's endless night, Chasing shadows, devoid of respite. We drift, lifeless shel......

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... I. Walking upon a river side upon concret --Oh how beautiful was that night i saw a caricature running alongside my heart Made of crayola it ran across the way i'd not drank beer nor l......

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...1. Refrain (Unwound) Her song, it never played Coal sack black stitching frayed Lead the familiar thread Lined coffin living dead To the beat how we march Funeral shirt ready starched 2. H......

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...Hold the phone, hold the freakin’ phone. Lisa’s got a boyfriend! I’ve never seen Lisa with a boyfriend. Lisa draws men like fireworks on a dark night, but I’ve never seen her keep one. I mean, it’s ......

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... "The Epiphany Rose" All well and good, the story unfolds; the isolating madness drew out the poets in all the shunned playing up and out their origami word games ......

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... "Snowflakes Melting before the Diadem" Winter is coming and what then? the dreams frozen snowflakes falling we succomb tongues out waiting for manna, pills swallow......

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...God! Why did you ever bring me here? I know starched khaki: how it looks like. Cop’s pistol looks much like woman’s purse But in its chambers not face powder… God! What makes it sweet I should ......

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... "Who Put Luebella down the Wych Elm?" There are rumours about me, some come seeking me with their geiger counters and ouji boards with their heart shaped planchettes ......

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