Sandy Player

Sandy Player Poems

1. The Sheep Gang 2/1/2013
2. Future-Zero 3/2/2013
3. The Waiting Rooms Fish Tank 4/13/2013
4. Pure Dripping Pure 12/30/2013
5. Glass Ball 4/9/2013
6. To My Voice 12/30/2013
7. Child's Sleep 3/9/2013
8. In The Graves 2/14/2013
9. Long Sable Torch 2/22/2013
10. Burnt Salt 2/16/2013
11. Red World 2/1/2013
12. Doctor's Smoke Jar 2/1/2013
13. Moth-Eaten Mouths 2/2/2013
14. Lynch 2/14/2013
15. Down The Drain 2/25/2013
16. My Love Is A Red, Red Pool 9/4/2013
17. A Tree Can'T Sing 9/4/2013
18. Corner Stone 1/26/2014
19. Mouse Trapped 3/2/2013
20. Left Alone For Another Lifetime 4/20/2013
21. Strawberry Typhoon 2/24/2013

Comments about Sandy Player

  • Vishal Sharma Vishal Sharma (6/12/2013 3:55:00 AM)

    you write beyond your ages
    a gifted talent

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Best Poem of Sandy Player

Strawberry Typhoon

It tastes sweet,
A syrupy figure of strawberry juice
Spiralling like a typhoon in the glass,
Tastes sweet as I kiss the rim
Into the corners of my mouth like
Two blunt knives.
I used to play a little with
The pills before hiding them away in me
One by one but
I crack the packets open this time
Like Christmas crackers
And take a suprise bomb; a bad joke.
The back of my mouth and the top of my throat
Wave on the first green coated hero
And the second doesn't stick either
But the next go in
As commandos whose cover is blown;
Like the poisonous...

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The Sheep Gang

Miles away from where you live in your sky-searching city
There's a large brown hill also wearing clouds.

Like the condemned man's blindfold.

Nothing actually grows on this rock-garbed hill,
The grass that you have in your parks doesn't even rise here.
Those sickened green blades drooped and cut the ground years ago.

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