Charlie Parant

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little chicken nugget
under the seat
have you been there a day
or a month or a week?
...

She paints a picture just for me
with colorful intensity
in hues that never fade away
and paints them all in shades of grey
...

At the end of the day
when all’s said and done
will you go home alone
and make dinner for one?
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didn’t really mean anything
it was just the tequila
that’s what we said
our last real kiss
...

it was dark, it was small
just a hole in the wall
we could hear all the sounds of the street
but the time that we spent
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leaving the house for only short periods at a time
just long enough to buy cat food and kitty litter
stopping at the used clothes donation bin
and if nobody is looking
...

I’m working on a time machine
and it’s the only one
no sooner had I started it
it was already done
...

the doors were chained, all the workers contained
so that no one could take a break
with immigrant dreams they worked noisy machines
‘til their hands and their fingers would ache
...

An oversight of self-admission,
mistaken love, misguided vision
but fallacies were so exciting
filled with grace and so inviting.
...

The fire department was called to the parking lot
out behind Wal-Mart today
to rescue a middle-aged, white, woman
who became stuck in a storm drain.
...

“You’re one in a million, ”
that’s what they say
but when I look around
I don’t feel that way
...

if you have any feelings
you’ve hid them from me
I look in your eyes
but there’s nothing to see
...

Poor little inchworm
with all his inchworm traits
crawled onto the yard stick
but he was only seven-eighths
...

with piercings galore
in each ear at least four
because you only want to stand out
but more holes in your ears
...

she has super powers
and I know it’s true
beauty, charm, charisma
just to name a few
...

Whatever happened
to the lava fields
and quicksand quagmires
that we had to avoid as kids
...

From the crevices of my laden mind,
an idea is released
to be pondered by imagination,
debated by logic
...

she puts on her make-up
her own special way
with all kinds of colors
from back in the day
...

Well, I get up in the morning and my shower’s sometimes cold.
Yeah, I get up in the morning and my shower’s sometimes cold,
And my fuzzy, soft, warm slippers and my bathrobe’s getting old.
...

aisles and aisles of nothing
stacked eight feet high
and going on for miles
a line of goods coming in the back door
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The Best Poem Of Charlie Parant

Little Chicken Nugget

little chicken nugget
under the seat
have you been there a day
or a month or a week?
you look like you were made
just a minute ago
but the way that they make you
there’s no way to know
I pick you up
and you look alright
but I’ll never know
’til I take a bite
you taste a little bit
like sawdust and mold
but that’s always how they taste
if you let ’em get cold
with the consistency
of chewy, greasy plastic
and a rubbery texture
like chicken-flavored elastic
there’s no way to tell
how long you’ve been there
amongst the French fries,
M & M’s and hair
but I’m pretty hungry
so, I guess I’ll risk it
and to go along with you
I just found a Triscuit

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