Art Waste Poems

I wonder if it is true,
That we produce more E-waste than food for you and me.

If I had a magic wand on me,
I would turn...

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I am of the moment
It's interesting being that way
I observe with interest what causes stress to others, that doesn't touch me
When I had no responsibilities...

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This land of entitlement 
entertainment and enterprise 
lost burnt broken...despised 
skeletal structures reaching 
griping 
clutching 
scraping this infernal sky!

Arcane factories sit on horizons 
haunted like...

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Don't waste your energy,
In trying to fit more hours in your day,
As no dividend will ever come from thinking the house will ever pay,
A dividend...

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I Wept, And My Tears Were A Waste

True, life wept for eternity
I that was once too blind to see;
And later set to thus atone
For true,...

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Feel the knot feel the knot
twist and turn, back and forth
nausia gets worse much worse
whats happening
bloated belly a force full relief

first times good, seconds a...

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Hiding from the heat
I decide to paint
But my studio is across the driveway

Several steps past a brutally hot driveway
Which will hurt Sophie’s paws
Because she will...

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Some words arranged, a worthless waste,
That’s what I call Finnegan’s Wake.

Is it English?  I say not
Bereft of sanity, story, plot…

Some say it’s great and...

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this poem is somehow dedicated to a little
lady dog Charlotte

I wrote it on the beach 
whilst picking up little 
stones shells and snails

I was at...

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The blessed boys of Ireland, proclaiming another Soulful note; their favourite topic
Love, and a child upon an April morn, where a shot rang out; twas...

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im tired of this life, im tired of this time, i have to face the facts, i already did the crime, im sweet just like...

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Brother, why the haste
why are you so quick to bail
how life has made you frail
why art thou so lean in faith


Desires of sodom, you chase
till...

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Crop, copy and paste.
These are the days of edit and waste.

Digital pictures matching our taste.
Everyone fuzzy in dot-matrix.

Saved as a file in some special place.
Not...

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