The Bus Driver

• Sweaty hands turning the oversized wheel, In the rearview, he watched as they laughed, The drool on his chin had begun to congeal, As he jerked the gearshift by its shaft. • His greased mullet bounced as he stole a quick glance, At the newest piece of his collection, The boy looked about six, […]

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Alma

♥ As she put on his makeup and straightened his tie, She felt breathy, and slightly light headed, With a twinkle of mischief agleam in her eye, Through his fingers, her own she then threaded. ♥ Gently caressing his cold blueish skin, Of formaldehyde, there were still traces. She was tickled to find rigor mortis set […]

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Myron MacKenzie’s Meat

♥ His powerful forearms were painted with red, And his great cleaver danced with precision, Leered the dear girl from the foot of her bed, Transfixed by exquisite incisions. ♥ Her beating heart quickened whenever a chicken, He carved up and cleft into sections. Besmitten, her breathy heaves thickened, So stricken was she, with these […]

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Rest In Peace, Marlow Maurice

ø The man paid no heed as the crow pecked away, At the bristly nest he had called his toupee, His mismatching eyes were rolled back in his head, As his tongue and his ears kept the bird’s brothers fed. ø He swung to and fro at the wind’s wayward whim, From the tree where […]

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The Cad

Laughing, I untied the gag in her mouth, To the glorious sounds of sweet screaming, Billows of smoke gathered just to the south, And the steel locomotive was gleaming. ◊ Heart all aflutter, I tittered with glee, As I twirled at my villainous mustache, Tipping my top hat, I slapped at my knee, And guffawed […]

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O Captain! My Captain!

¤ “Make it so.” The captain said, As light bounced off his shiny head. He crossed his legs and ate French bread, And pulled down on his shirt of red. ¤ A vinter’s son from Eastern France, Enormous nose and stoic stance, His velvet voice sure to entrance, He’ll quote Shakespeare and ballroom dance. ¤ […]

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My Assignment Book

This recently rediscovered gem is a poem that I wrote for my 11th grade English class. It was an ode to the blue composition notebook in which I wrote down the homework assignments that I never did. It tickled me to write something heartfelt about an inanimate object. Especially one for which I had such […]

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