Gas Poems - Poems about Gas

A woman at the gas station is unremarkable besides her name tag reading Clarity and her teeth, saying never mind. She asks if I need a receipt. I say no, like I'm not collecting evidence in the glovebox of a car that only drives in reverse. The smell of ethanol summons June bugs: last summer, I siphoned moons from my mother's...

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There is nothing dainty about my wind It lifts me out of my chair said old man Flynn He rocks the house and the garage interjected his wife I just let them rip, he agreed, thus, I have no strife....

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Spreading fast from West to East Did it come from Man or Beast The pungence just hit my nose Everywhere a foul wind blows...

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Turning the pages backward I find pressed flowers in my old diary from the day we saw lavender growing in the woods. The sun was swallowed by clouds that were halfway to a metaphor and you told me the eye color of love was dark hazel, the very depth of my own. In a packet of handwritten letters I find polaroids...

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Our oldest light goes by the name cosmic microwave background radiation— CMB for short. She's everywhere: fluorescent birdsong of modern offices, hum of corner store ice cream cases. Have you heard of her? This gal was born screaming into freedom from the expansion of a bang so big we're still talking about it. Expelled from the...

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Harris can’t run from her record, for sure Never admitted Biden's health was poor Not running ‘half-assed’ She’s turned up the gas Insisting the southern border’s secure ...

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We drove crime and it made us mean But now we appear more serene Without exposure Global composure Improved with lead free gasoline...

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I am going to scream That there is too much injustice In our streets. The Police, These days, are not there for Justice, For all citizens in our cities. I am going to scream That there is too much mayhem on the screen, Too much unbearable pain for the spleen, And too much chaos and violence in my dreams. I can hear the screams, Coming from...

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In the echoing halls of third grade, he sits, a nine-year-old lad, master of the silent symphony, the classroom's perpetual farter. His seat, a throne of hidden thunder, each release a stealthy gust, an unseen hand that wafts through the air, invisible yet undeniable. The girl down the aisle, her eyes wide with wonder, a scientist in the making, studies his every move, curiosity alive in her gaze, as if decoding...

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My garden backs onto a farm Which shouldn’t cause any alarm With so much fresh air I’m glad I live there And only one thing spoils its charm I feed the birds and feral cats At night I enjoy watching bats The field mice and spiders That reside beside us Are fine, but there’s too many rats It’s fine that they eat the bird’s...

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In 1952 a robot stopped by the Sinclair gas station. Walked up to the pumps and had an instant celebration. Gas station attendant was horrified but stayed away. As the creature filled up on gasoline that weird Tuesday....

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Silent but Deadly (Written 2014) In the heart of the nursing home where old folks stay, Lived Erasmus, a man twinkling in twilight's array. With a glimmer that danced in his mischievous eyes, He concocted a plan to bring great surprise. Not a prankster by trade, but a jester at heart, He perfected an art that set him apart. With a silent...

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You bombed, bombed Now you airdrop aids You killed, killed God’s children Pregnant moms Innocent women Poor toddlers Weak boys and sick men No reason You poisoned water You robbed, robbed Now you want To give sweet ice cream To children You are crazy You are sick How naughty What a shame How nauseating The world is at war This is sickening Hypocrites You are, yes you are You bombed, bombed You killed, killed The world is at war Humanitarian Food, bombs...

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Life goes quickly growing up from the use of a commodore 65. Perforated print paper Really takes your energy. Fold and Tear! Fold and Tear! Every so often the edges With the holes placed every millimeter amuse me for atleast five minutes. Jump to ten years later as I sign up for my first email through AOL. Still my main...

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you blame me and I die laughing with my legs in the air kicking my feet expelling gas because it is you You are selfish and stingy never worrying about anyone but yourself and you say it is me I made you I forced you I am the reason you….. You are beyond hope beyond help. It has never been me as it was never us. It is you as it always was even...

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