Upholstered Poems - Poems about Upholstered

...OLD AND NEW 1 : CIRCUS Giraffe on anxious heels bought in Sandton, toddle along with intense haste a dream point unheard lipstick smudges, mascara leaks of AK47 dust she rifled Bullfrog......Read the rest...

...The house I wrote in became an apartment for the ocean, then a zoo for the innocently maladjusted, then a garden for dreaming cats, then floor-space - just floor space to walk back and forth on.......Read the rest...

...A breathing weight pushes flesh into fabric and wood. A cellular heat melds, sinks inward. Fibrous miasmas knit cloth and foam to a ligamentous persona. Nightly, less of her is peeled away to......Read the rest...

...There’s a lake called the lake of Illusions, And there’s a house right by its side. It’s a house where I’m hiding,running away from memories. It’s where I’m destined to be forever. The rules do......Read the rest...

...She will take a bus today; it will be an old bus on a long taken journey. The factory is a derelict shell. She cannot smell the dereliction, she smells the walls and the ranks of machines that ......Read the rest...

...The house I wrote this poem in became an apartment for the ocean, then a zoo for the innocently maladjusted, then a garden for dreaming cats, then floor-space - just floor space to walk back an......Read the rest...

... The train was like a long caravan chug, chugging along, and my destination was far, and in a place quite remote; I was tired and weary but I knew I had to be st......Read the rest...

...https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2uqZhnqHMAg The orchestra strains to be symphonic --- a bee in a tin box. Cigar smoke thunders, molecules of sound wilt only to be dialed up through brass lungs......Read the rest...

...Abstract algorithm. Brooding distraction, cleverly cloaked in digital fleece. Enigma encoded. Like so many fireflies, Hastening gauntly heavenward. Juniper immolation. Ides jaundiced light. Ki......Read the rest...

...Whither now hunker-shins? You have a sweet countenance, a squat grace, always middle-aged on the still edge of a speeding sun. Another swift day has begun yet here you sit among the traffic un......Read the rest...

...Stop Shedding and sowing Begin bracing for burning In land of melting Pots Was The crews parallax Of the trees Which conceives The lumberjack to Saw? Timber! Reviled But adored due......Read the rest...

... Oh dear Miss Ava, Miss Aging Vanity Your faded universal beauty is visually pleasing no more — especially to your own self You hate looking at that aging body The sagging truth star......Read the rest...

...Is this the weekend, by the way? (I always think it’s Saturday!) Load the kids up in the car – country club (I hit the spa: hand the kids to gay Adolph......Read the rest...

...Upholstered flesh is wetted with a single stroke Thumbs clasp and rotate Ribs click with an enhanced inhalation Consequences of a little death Tissues consume bloat Drain and wither Free radi......Read the rest...

...Can We “Feel” Music? By Carol Geyer Can we “feel” music? Can the notes cool or warm us? Soothing like green aloe balm, or warm as flaming Yule logs, or as majestic as a fully leafed oak? ......Read the rest...