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Garbage Poem

In Poetry on January 29, 2018 at 9:45 am

I want to write but

all I write is

Garbage.

And who wants to read that?

That’d be like

digging in the trash

to find

rotten leftovers

and expecting anyone to

eat it.

It’s not a 5-star meal.

 

The words start as

thoughts in my head

and end up like

garbage on the page.

Stinking of second-rate talent.

Smelling like weak attempt.

Oozing desperation.

 

I cling to the notion that

I should be doing

this.

Grasping at my titles:

“poet”

“writer”

“artist”

Hoping I can be creative in

any way.

Hoping I can still make this

work.

So, tell me,

Who wants to read my

Garbage poem?

It may be my best yet.

 

J. Bodwell, USA

The Drive Wandered

In Poetry on January 12, 2018 at 10:00 am

Glued down roads woven with past future recipes
made with Love and electric bondage.

The soldering is a bit shaky,
but we get the picture.

The picture poses questions of—

tribes

and an orangish-red metal liquid that clicks upon thought, action

and directive.

 

Gregory Gathman, USA

Yankee

In Poetry on July 7, 2015 at 7:30 am

Don’t you see it, it’s in the way that he walks

It’s all about the way he wears his pants.

Don’t you see it, I mean, can’t you tell

His cologne’s got that Hollywood smell.

Don’t you see it, that man’s a Yankee

Place your bet, I’m doubling down.

Don’t you see it, it’s all over his face,

Credit cards to eat up your town.

 

Don’t you see it, it’s in the way that he talks

It’s all about the way he waves his hands,

Don’t you see it, they’re all going to Hell

Can’t get the crack out of the Liberty Bell.

Don’t you see it, that man’s a Yankee

On a jet, I know he’s a clown

Don’t you see it, it’s all over his face

Credit cards to eat up your town.

 

Frederick S. Blackmon, USA