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Poems by Flotsam, by newest first

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  • aint a shame
    Stretch and stretch and stretch as far as far and wide. It is the alfalfa fields, the cotton and the countryside. It is the dusty road and ditch that down below the roads that stitch that all around the farms they
    by Flotsam 0 lines, on May 18 2:47 PM 2007
  • So it goes
    There is no infatuation left to me that is more sveltely sinister than she. A cold life of comfort without passion portends my doltish desi
    by Flotsam 7 lines, on May 18 11:31 AM 2007. In Love, Personal, Other, Thoughts, My own style, Prose
  • Fate
    I finally realize it as the truth.
    Fate.
    by Flotsam 13 lines, 1 comment, on Oct 22 12:02 PM 2003. In Personal
  • Paaaarrrrrtay
    Paaaarrrrrtay, she’d say, and do her little bangers ball shimmy.
    I had a crush on my moms best friend.
    by Flotsam 25 lines, 6 comments, on Oct 7 12:35 PM 2003. In Personal
  • Left of the Right
    My left shoulder is tearfully wet,
    my right, red from haughty slaps by some suit and tie,
    by Flotsam 19 lines, 3 comments, on Oct 4 4:18 PM 2003. In Personal, Society, Other
  • A Tragedy of the Commons
    Your body is a tragedy of the commons.
    The curves of your hips, the small waist,
    by Flotsam 26 lines, 6 comments, on Oct 4 1:06 AM 2003. In Society, Contemporary
  • Caligo Chicago
    It’s a chilly, caligo Chicago night, from my garden view basement, in my bungalow house. It’s a dim, grey-blue city anyhow, that sort of slate grey that goes g
    by Flotsam 27 lines, 3 comments, on Oct 3 11:19 PM 2003. In Personal, Society, Other
  • Aesthetically Me
    I want to create a new persona. A new person another me. A me I have inside but rarely leaks. He's the me that guides, provides me with my outlook on life. I
    by Flotsam 41 lines, 6 comments, on Sep 30 2:44 PM 2003. In Personal, Spiritual, Other
  • Concave Living (from child to man)
    Build, imaginary building
    Intangible building
    by Flotsam 11 lines, on Sep 30 12:05 PM 2003. In Personal, Society, Angst
  • Dead Dream Drive.
    In a little white house on Dead Dream Drive, Walters, Oklahoma- a mother came in after long hours worked, walked to the room of sex aroma. And there I was, on
    by Flotsam 52 lines, 2 comments, on Sep 30 11:09 AM 2003. In Personal
  • Fear is Youth
    Night is the daily occurrence of fear
    The shroud, shadow, unknown
    by Flotsam 20 lines, 10 comments, on Sep 30 12:44 AM 2003. In Other
  • The Automatic Autumn
    My automatic autumn, spilling leaves the day after a crisp embrace
    An automatic ottoman, my favorite space,
    by Flotsam 3 lines, 7 comments, on Sep 29 4:48 PM 2003. In Nature
  • The Cushioned Chateau
    1 a-m, Monday, 1986. My kid castle made with couch cushions is a bastion of foam bricks. The puff puff give is over now, the grownups are on the ground. From
    by Flotsam 26 lines, 1 comment, on Sep 29 2:39 PM 2003. In Personal
  • DP on the rocks: A Dr. Peppered past
    DP on the rocks
    Reminds me of a turnpike in Oklahoma, big plastic refillable mugs
    by Flotsam 22 lines, 6 comments, on Sep 28 3:16 AM 2003. In Personal
  • from us to earth
    We languish under soil
    Toil in a pine box, our carnal duties must be fulfilled,
    by Flotsam 15 lines, 2 comments, on Sep 28 12:51 AM 2003. In Spiritual, Contemporary
  • Third person view
    I’ve seen a third person in the house.
    Not the girlfriend.
    by Flotsam 32 lines, 10 comments, on Sep 28 12:26 AM 2003. In Personal, Love, Contemporary
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