Ursula De La Mer

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Ursula De La Mer Poems

1. In A Beret 5/10/2009
2. Middle Child Syndrome 5/10/2009
3. Just Imagine! 5/10/2009
4. Rave 5/10/2009
5. Would Patti Like This? 5/10/2009
6. The T.V.'s On All Through The Night 5/10/2009
7. Eve, Baby 5/10/2009
8. Velvet Pits 5/10/2009
9. Speaking With The Devil 5/11/2009
10. Small Talk 5/11/2009
11. Sharpening A Pencil 5/11/2009
12. Down By The River 5/12/2009
13. Sugar Night 5/13/2009
14. The Homelessness Of Self 5/13/2009
15. Tiens Is Bleeding Blue Honey 5/13/2009
16. Visiting The Dead Room 5/13/2009
17. Horror House 5/29/2009
18. Cold And Gone 5/29/2009
19. Baby, You'Re A Rich Man 5/29/2009
20. Bacteria. 5/29/2009
21. Barnhouse Jingle 5/29/2009
22. 31st Of May. 5/30/2009
23. The Kids Are Paranoid 5/30/2009
24. I Feel Like Crepe Paper 6/3/2009
25. Swan Ride 5/10/2009
26. I Go Dream Fishing 5/10/2009
27. The Dada Da-Da Da. (Call Everything By Its Proper Name) 5/10/2009
28. Head Rush 5/10/2009
29. Where Do I Begin? 5/10/2009
30. Cockle Shell Morning 5/10/2009
31. White Noise 5/10/2009
32. Junette 5/10/2009
33. Night Sounds 5/10/2009
34. It's Alright Ma, I'Ve Put The Milk Away 5/10/2009
35. My Most Precious Posessions 5/10/2009
36. City Days. 5/10/2009
37. Buddy Holly's Winter Dance Party 5/10/2009
38. A Thought. 5/10/2009
39. Where I Grew Up 5/10/2009
40. Katy Asks The Big Questions 5/10/2009
Best Poem of Ursula De La Mer

Race Car Dreams

Painted lady on my wrist,
Eyeballs trapped in his clenched fist,
hieroglphics on subway wall,
striptease hear's her lover's call,
selling god at market stall,
now watch the burning angels fall.
boil that egg
bend that spoon
billy the kid
cheddar cheese moon
gun in a mattress her hair in rollers,
joey pepperoni and his suit made of dollars,
vietnamese dime, chewing a lime
Buster's shoe repair, I never been there,
just been chained up to a diamond chair
I see you have your string bikini,
while I'm wearing my scarf and red wool beanie, ...

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I Go Dream Fishing

Little girls sleeps,
sleeps in a piano.
With every stir a note is hit,
and every dream a piece of music.
She plays mozart in her nightmares,
her mother, her mother, her mother, her mother.

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