he made do with cardboard
Sonja Benskin Mesher

will not do, really,
it may have to be wood,
from ikea
after all.

he made do with cardboard
boxes, sticky tape
for sound,
another room.

i have news of mrs ciano,
looking well, in the old hotel.

i cannot get there
to see her.

history.

sbm.

Cardboard Grey
Cardboard Grey
Nov 30, 2013

Some things words will not say
unusual is the subtle
speechless man
Uncomfortable
is the sound of life
Not unfortunate.
Who says
bleak moons turning sons to sun
all before 0600
is a good thing.

Survival
Strung out and pressed
Horse shit force fed
Crowds putting jockeys
on pedestals
Slit wrist attention
for the edible icon
No better view

Cardboard Grey
Cardboard Grey
Oct 27, 2012

I have crushed bugs.
Not for science.
No need for class or placement.
What makes better?
What is broken?
Right and wrong,
left and leaving.
existence.
In the palm of your hand.
Waiting
and waiting.
To cross territory uncharted.
Clawing at the what if!
Clawing and waiting
To be squished.

Cardboard Grey
Cardboard Grey
Oct 24, 2012      Oct 26, 2012

There is sickness.
Subtle insecurity in the tallest tree.
Pride in roots that try
and wont break
free.
Stabbed propped up
shadows
behind the kindest
smile trying the hardest.
Men leaving nothing
in death but souls.
Cliche communications
speaking in color.
Gray paths never make sense.
Never.
And death is
but not without life.
There is sickness.
Curving straight lines
trying to make
a point.

Cardboard Grey
Cardboard Grey
Oct 25, 2012

The kids chemically induced
Reduced to ego threnody.

Amidst chaos he possessed influence.
Would disregard coincidence
And curse at the omnipotent.
Known as lonely pessimist
Could laugh at their own ignorance.
Pops was drunk.
Waved goodbye
to any kind of innocence.
Patronized
Sympathized
Irrelevant
Sunk below the sediment.
If humans could be celibate
This death would have ended it
Instead of only him.

Defense of cardboard castle,
Anand Acharya

Unicorns in the cloud
Pug marks upon sand.
Fleets of paper ships,
Flooding down the drain.

Canvas at the crystal
Wooden swords on grass.
Defense of cardboard castle,
And things that do not last.

Cardboard Grey
Cardboard Grey
Oct 26, 2012

Picture pecan.
Plastering, painted prints.
Plummeting.

Languid Leaves.
Listless, lethargic lives.
Littering.

Sacrificed scenery.
Shattered, struggling space.
Sabotaging.

Beauty dies
This time of year.

He's buried in the cardboard box
John F McCullagh
John F McCullagh
Jun 2, 2012

Lawrence Davis was a veteran
who died without a next of kin.
He's buried in the cardboard box
That the V.A. shipped him in.

Being dead, he cannot tell
cardboard from Mahogany.
We, the living, take offense
at the insult to this man's dignity.

Some men lie still in foreign fields.
Some sailors sleep beneath the waves.
Larry got a cardboard box
from a 'grateful' nation he helped to save.

World War II veteran buried by the V.A. in a cardboard Box in Florida
Cardboard Grey
Cardboard Grey
Mar 29, 2013

It's five in the morning.
Dogs are kicking there legs.
Your friends are sleeping
Or trying to.
Youth stale as drinks
left over night
and wasted.
A lot like your friends
Except no one cares as much.

 
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