Jeffrey Quattlebaum Poems

For years
no one could go in
his heart was closed
to the public
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Tourniquet
Red face district
Worm Buffet
Like Broadway
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In America
Chicken can be bought
From just about anyone
In America
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What I'm saying is
we don't have a chance
every body
just get up and dance and
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Dirt red road in the evening sun
the rattlesnake stretched
and twards the sky
flickers a forked tongue
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The starve it come
the lizard sweat
the dreary maggot drum
dry and steady
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Plaster and caramel candy clown and fortune teller heads
salt water bluefish on a double jig running but the plastic leaving
the hook mouth your luck run out but somebody's eating good
chicken legs on a string and a plastic bucket crab dream
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Is it true?
that nothing really matters
unless you see it on a t-shirt
worn by a celebrity
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Reaching out from between my fingers
I hold hands with our mother in nature
blades of sizes bearing difference
it rises like questions and seemingly answers
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Yellow dress looks good on Mary
she fell down the steps on the way to the nursery
to see Stanley's nephew
whos only a few hours old
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