Merriam A. Grain

Etiqueta: Poesía

  • Ardent

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    Bare legs, Short dress. Flirty transparent, Sun beams enraged then. A hell! Baseball caps and hats, Normally not on sight. The supermarket’s shelves, Replenished with fans, To keep the already stiff-air, Licking humans to surviving grades. Water and ice to rise, Tomatoes red in price. My plants frozen by sizzling waves. I, in underwear waiting…

  • El greco

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    A pyrotechnic display of mightEmerald green ascending blissHis troubled face suffering the agony of skiesHence up and down the bench I went.Closer and further,awed in discovery.It lasted what my pained feet.Indeed the fire etched in my eyes.Ferocious I came to see how much of lifeWithout imagined reality;It comes down crushing minds.Not everyone survives without imposed…

  • Jacket

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    Round and deformed, Its red being a challenge of fit. First the back took up a while, Its big b making it un-straight. Then the front wouldn’t reach. Try two acute unmatching halves to make sense. No shoulders to hold, The seams to connect front with rear. Arms too short for sleeves to run along. Sewing by hand,…

  • Un poema

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    Apenas nadaApenas cierto.Claro como el cielo. Helado sin prospectos.Atorado en el esófago de aquello.Un guisante en el desierto. Diccionario escaso cuyas páginas en blanco esperan otro día.Otro vistazo que alargue su vida.Pintura derretida o pan de oro según decida.No mi voluntad.Sino tú vista.

  • Ball game

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    Bounce and move, Faster and smooth. Claw on it, Catch the thing. Roll on floor, Destroy! I stare at you, Why aren’t you? Throw it again! Slave. When did she? Again that black being! Back to bed. Await until. Maybe more food on me.

  • Interrupted

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    Late at night?Early at day?What a ridiculous time, 3 am!That’s when he came.Ate and went up to his lare.Wake up time,And the cat was nowhere.

  • Bastards

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    No idea why,Some come to life.They’re weeds through concrete.One day a crack,The next, green by. Some blossom by hearing news.Crude gossip,They persevere without context. Cockroaches,They survive the garbage bin.Pencil scratch,They fatten-thrill.

  • License

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    Step on gas,Go slow or turn.I don’t get this deal of drive.It ain’t relaxing at all! All times,Your eyes can’t wander to sight,The stores or the skies.Left and right,The mirror above,Nothing you can’t distract from. Mind your speed,The car in front says “taxi”.They’re a nuisance.Drive better than I.Which is why,They bully the rest,and cut ahead…

  • New roomates

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    Pin the hen, Protested. Toc toc toc, A yellow eye scrutinizes grass. Clo clo clo, Run fast. Here it comes, the peck. Drop it there; It’s white. Green too may I ask? Why here? Where are we to begin with? Close to the fence, The cat pries. Big fat birds, Nice breakfast. Lunch or snack… Michi come’re! Nightie night And tomorrow,…

  • Drinks up!

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    Silent there is,But oh what joy in it.Thinking about,I can recall I miss.And then,Whimsy play,A little bit of me.Send across.