SNOOPY, THE LANDFILL BEAST

March 4, 2015
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Snoopy, the landfill beast looked north, then south, then east. He sighed an audible sigh directed at the sky. ‘Why must I live in this trash? If only I had enough cash, I could dwell in marble halls with paintings on the walls.’ He shrugged and resumed his eating of a tire and some rusty […]

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POETRY WITHOUT FANCY TOGS

February 25, 2015

broken stones bleeding bones moans and groans it’s all in a day’s work for the happy bludgeon

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THE CLOSET

February 15, 2015

Usually it’s a closet. At least it was until yesterday. I’m going to open the door again, but first I have to get up my nerve. It might take a while. Nerve has never been one of my strengths. Timid and frightened is more my style. I admit it. So, yesterday in the morning when […]

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THE REBELLIOUS POEM

January 28, 2015
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i refuse to rhyme june with that night sky disc or that other word for melody i won’t do it and don’t even think about asking me to rhyme it with a common kitchen utensil standing in for the concept of making love

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STRANGLE THE COBWEB

January 25, 2015
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strangle the cobweb, my lady don’t live on borrowed time although your past, it is shady the couplets, they must rhyme strangle the cobweb, my lady in a warm and sunny clime while still you’re in your prime strangle embrace the grime

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EXISTENTIAL WOE, MATRIMONIAL DIVISION

January 2, 2015

i’ve brought you golden pears ho hum so what who cares i finished painting the stairs ho hum so what who cares i reupholstered all the chairs ho hum so what who cares I’M MOVING TO HONOLULU ho hum so what who cares

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THE SKEFFINGTON RAM

December 2, 2014

The Skeffington ram had a mini-cam installed upon his brow. While nailing it there his words to share were several shouts of ‘Ow!’

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POETIC POEM

November 12, 2014

when posing as a perfume bottle the aztec princess quakiatl wondered if she’d been that sage pursuing life upon the stage

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POEM OF DARKNESS

October 13, 2014

double down royal crown wedding gown painted frown burn the town laughing clown

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A VERY TINY POEM INDEED

September 23, 2014

the subatomic particle according to this article foundered in a bowl of new mown hay how they ever knew is a puzzle, it is true and will bother me all throughout the day

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