Jena Crowe Poems

It's Friday
which means it's crazy where I live.
The noise level went from a box fan
to stadium seating
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I want to make a crooked paper weight with you
hands on the pottery wheel, just like Swayze.

Brush your teeth first, ghosts eat garlic
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brushing my teeth too long.
mouth wash
swishing slowly, falling asleep at the sink
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Hi poets.
it's time I graced you with my dark purple presence,
peasants and the poor alike...
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White trash
goat walkin'
no shirt
meatheads
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There are a couple of boys
ditching Summer school, skate boarding
down my street.
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I gave a guy a fried egg sandwich today-
I knew there was a hair on the plate and I found humor
instead of a napkin before I served it to him.
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it's not that i can't smile
when you look at me

i can,
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you don't like when i pinch my lip,
because i'm about to say something
that's over your head
and you can't duck when it's my voice
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