Rusty Daily Poems

I sit here and read the signatures
on an elevated plaster cast
that supports a splintered tibia,
remembering the ill advised
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Talcum and ointment
suspend the rash
and the safety pinned cloth
refreshes the happy drool.
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Back in the day
the smoke blacked tube
was what made the tv fuzzy
and the wind pushed
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Anthony and Jodie
grasp statues of
famed charactery,
a his/her sweep of
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Gas Cans

Eco wackos are out there spewing
about what the oil drillers are doing.
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I sit in my post modern
space conscience kitchenette,
one of five tidy squares in the
two high, ten wide people
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isn't for weak-willed
neophytes who, for one minute,
question the superiority of their
self-appointed position.
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The neighbors house seems opaque.
L1-L5 found thirty degrees.
Silence awaits a word on the tip.
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