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"asthmatically" poems
6 0’ clock and the string of doors on the block creak open in unison, The briny smell of sizzling, leathery bacon accretes, Seeping forth from pale shutters, Peeling past the cars, stripping beige paint off the sides of houses. The morning drizzle, forming tiny rainbows, You would think it was acid rain, melting away the plastic people. Midday, after only an hour passes and white wine splashes like crashing waves in the crystalline stemware, Where orderlies dazedly rescue their children from the montessories Where power lines crack like whips, So generously oozing sustenance to babes. The civiliter mortuus, roam their undead domain, Like a swarm of cockroach wasps speed walking in parasitic pairs darting through Safeway aisles, Demolishing houses of white chocolate, and roasting sweet nothings On the new George Foreman Grill ™ . Every house on loan to apathetic debtors They come to yours with their holy letters PTA, … IRA … NSA … HOA They proselytize, prioritize Themselves over forest bears and wolves, But where only hedge trimmers growl The only Tuesday sounds are the behemoth Devouring your trash, And where leaf blowers asthmatically howl.
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Dec 17, 2019
Dec 17, 2019 at 10:49 PM UTC
FMradio
The Suburbs
6 0’ clock and the string of doors on the block creak open in unison, The briny smell of sizzling, leathery bacon accretes, Seeping forth from pale shutters, Peeling past the cars, stripping beige paint off the sides of houses. The morning drizzle, forming tiny rainbows, You would think it was acid rain, melting away the plastic people. Midday, after only an hour passes and white wine splashes like crashing waves in the crystalline stemware, Where orderlies dazedly rescue their children from the montessories Where power lines crack like whips, So generously oozing sustenance to babes. The civiliter mortuus, roam their undead domain, Like a swarm of cockroach wasps speed walking in parasitic pairs darting through Safeway aisles, Demolishing houses of white chocolate, and roasting sweet nothings On the new George Foreman Grill ™ . Every house on loan to apathetic debtors They come to yours with their holy letters PTA, … IRA … NSA … HOA They proselytize, prioritize Themselves over forest bears and wolves, But where only hedge trimmers growl The only Tuesday sounds are the behemoth Devouring your trash, And where leaf blowers asthmatically howl.
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Out of the fog she chugs Wheezing asthmatically into the surrounding haze through soot caked nostrils Vapor condenses on cold steel skin Iron plates slammed shut and joined with thick ribbons of weld Rust pustules erupt through salt yellowed emulsion Figures peer through brine scoured panes At the dock now, she is lashed to the pier, her gaping maw offered up to the quayside She disgorges a clattering stream of mechanical effluvium It spills onto the cement in roiling metallic rivulets Until, she wretches her last mouthful and sighs, exhausted Then with no respite, she is force fed, held fast and stuffed Gulping and swallowing the seemingly endless flow She groans under the burden and sinks lower in the water Until finally, fit to burst, she is released from her ******* She bobs languidly away from the dock And slips back into the fog from whence she first emerged.
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Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 6:13 PM UTC
matthew-jonesn5
Out of the Fog
Out of the fog she chugs Wheezing asthmatically into the surrounding haze through soot caked nostrils Vapor condenses on cold steel skin Iron plates slammed shut and joined with thick ribbons of weld Rust pustules erupt through salt yellowed emulsion Figures peer through brine scoured panes At the dock now, she is lashed to the pier, her gaping maw offered up to the quayside She disgorges a clattering stream of mechanical effluvium It spills onto the cement in roiling metallic rivulets Until, she wretches her last mouthful and sighs, exhausted Then with no respite, she is force fed, held fast and stuffed Gulping and swallowing the seemingly endless flow She groans under the burden and sinks lower in the water Until finally, fit to burst, she is released from her ******* She bobs languidly away from the dock And slips back into the fog from whence she first emerged.
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