GARBAGE POEMS

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The Boy With The Sun In His Pocket

You may be if you laugh at yourself
accept the sky has its own significance
and is not waiting for your interpretation
and metaphor.
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S. K. Kelen
Waiting For You

CALL:
Alone in this lofty and deserted place,
Have I patiently and eagerly waited.
Among men each day have I search your face;
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Evabeta Benefit

Evabeta Benefit
The Sundays Of Satin-legs Smith

Inamoratas, with an approbation,
Bestowed his title. Blessed his inclination.

He wakes, unwinds, elaborately: a cat
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Gwendolyn Brooks
Midnight

Speak to me, aching heart: what
Ridiculous errand are you inventing for yourself
Weeping in the dark garage
With your sack of garbage: it is not your job
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Louise Gluck

Louise Gluck
Veruca Salt, The Little Brute

'Veruca Salt, the little brute,
Has just gone down the garbage chute,
(And as we very rightly thought
That in a case like this we ought
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Roald Dahl
Letter To An Archaeologist

Citizen, enemy, mama's boy, sucker, utter
garbage, panhandler, swine, refujew, verrucht;
a scalp so often scalded with boiling water
that the puny brain feels completely cooked.
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Joseph Brodsky
The Envoy Of Mr Cogito

Go where those others went to the dark boundary
for the golden fleece of nothingness your last prize

go upright among those who are on their knees
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Zbigniew Herbert
Suicide Off Egg Rock

Behind him the hotdogs split and drizzled
On the public grills, and the ochreous salt flats,
Gas tanks, factory stacks- that landscape
Of imperfections his bowels were part of-
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Sylvia Plath
I Want To Die Before You

I
want to die before you.
Do you think that who passes later
will find who's gone before?
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Nazim Hikmet
Deep In Our Refrigerator

Deep in our refrigerator,
there's a special place
for food that's been around awhile...
we keep it, just in case.
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Jack Prelutsky
Paterson

What do I want in these rooms papered with visions of money?
How much can I make by cutting my hair? If I put new heels on my shoes,
bathe my body reeking of masturbation and sweat, layer upon layer of excrement
dried in employment bureaus, magazine hallways, statistical cubicles, factory stairways,
.....

Allen Ginsberg
A Critic

That from _you_, neighbor! to whose vacant lot
Each rhyming literary knacker scourges
His cart-compelling Pegasus to trot,
As folly, fame or famine smartly urges?
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Ambrose Bierce
Vain Virtues

What is the sorriest thing that enters Hell?
None of the sins,-but this and that fair deed
Which a soul's sin at length could supersede.
These yet are virgins, whom death's timely knell
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Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Dante Gabriel Rossetti
My White Mouse

At dusk I saw a craintive mouse
That sneaked and stole around the house;
At first I took it for a ghost,
For it was snowy white-almost.
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Robert Service

Robert Service
Tear It Down

We find out the heart only by dismantling what
the heart knows. By redefining the morning,
we find a morning that comes just after darkness.
We can break through marriage into marriage.
.....

Jack Gilbert
A Note Left In Jimmy Leonard's Shack

Near the dry river's water-mark we found
Your brother Minnegan,
Flopped like a fish against the muddy ground.
Beany, the kid whose yellow hair turns green,
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James Arlington Wright
My White Mouse

At dusk I saw a craintive mouse
That sneaked and stole around the house;
At first I took it for a ghost,
For it was snowy white - almost.
.....

Robert William Service
Kitchenette Building

We are things of dry hours and the involuntary plan,
Grayed in, and gray. "Dream" mate, a giddy sound, not strong
Like "rent", "feeding a wife", "satisfying a man".

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Gwendolyn Brooks
Coffee

Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee
affords. I once read something about coffee. The thing said that coffee is good for you;
it stimulates all the organs.
I thought at first this was a strange way to put it, and not altogether pleasant, but
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Richard Brautigan
Anti-conception

Could I unthink you,
little heart,
what would I do?
throw you out
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Erica Jong
Flophouse

you haven't lived
until you've been in a
flophouse
with nothing but one
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Charles Bukowski
Curriculum Vitae

As though it were reluctant to be day,
.......Morning deploys a scale
.......Of rarities in gray,
And winter settles down in its chain-mail,
.....

Anthony Evan Hecht
The Death Of Marie Toro

We're taking Marie Toro to her home in Père-La-Chaise;
We're taking Marie Toro to her last resting-place.
Behold! her hearse is hung with wreaths till everything is hid
Except the blossoms heaping high upon her coffin lid.
.....

Robert William Service
Scuttle, Scuttle, Little Roach

SCUTTLE, scuttle, little roachâ??
How you run when I approach:
Up above the pantry shelf,
Hastening to secrete yourself.
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Christopher Morley
Birthplace Revisited

I stand in the dark light in the dark
street
and look up at my window, I was
born there.
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Gregory Corso
From The Earth, A Cry

CAN the earth have a voice? Can the clods have speech,
To murmur and rail at the demigods?
Trample them! Grind their vulgar faces in the clay!

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John Boyle O'reilly
Helen Of Troy Does Countertop Dancing

The world is full of women
who'd tell me I should be ashamed of myself
if they had the chance. Quit dancing.
Get some self-respect
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Margaret Atwood
Yes

According to Culture Shock:
A Guide to Customs and Etiquette
of Filipinos, when my husband says yes,
he could also mean one of the following:
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Denise Duhamel
Flowers For Eva Marie

Each and every God - given day
I walked through your road
As straight as marble fluted column
Built with wealth and grandeur.
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Rose Marie Juan Austin
Attitude Is Everything

Physically one can be handsome,
We should not judge anything by its looks,
The garbage can be clean and white from outside,
But interior will be full of dirt's.
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Norbu Dorji

Norbu Dorji
Burial

If on some woebegone night
A generous Christian soul
Behind an old garbage-dump, might
Drop your proud corpse in a hole,
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Charles Baudelaire

Charles Baudelaire
The Downward Road.

Two Yankee maids of simple mien,
And earnest, high endeavour,
Come sailing to the land of France,
To escape the winter weather.
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Louisa May Alcott
A Counterblast Against Garlic

May the man who has cruelly murdered his sire--
A crime to be punished with death--
Be condemned to eat garlic till he shall expire
Of his own foul and venomous breath!
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Eugene Field

Eugene Field
Moving Picture

When two take gas
by mutual consent
and the cops come in
when the walls are broken down
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David Ignatow
Population Drifts

New-mown hay smell and wind of the plain made her
a woman whose ribs had the power of the hills in
them and her hands were tough for work and there
was passion for life in her womb.
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Carl Sandburg

Carl Sandburg
Noctambule

Zut! it's two o'clock.
See! the lights are jumping.
Finish up your bock,
Time we all were humping.
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Robert Service

Robert Service
The Death Of Marie Toro

We're taking Marie Toro to her home in Père-La-Chaise;
We're taking Marie Toro to her last resting-place.
Behold! her hearse is hung with wreaths till everything is hid
Except the blossoms heaping high upon her coffin lid.
.....
Robert Service

Robert Service
Editor Whedon

To be able to see every side of every question
To be on every side, to be everything, to be nothing long;
To pervert truth, to ride it for a purpose,
To use great feelings and passions of the human family
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Edgar Lee Masters

Edgar Lee Masters
The Ghetto

I

Cool, inaccessible air
Is floating in velvety blackness shot with steel-blue lights,
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Lola Ridge
Municipal

"Why is my District death-rate low?"
Said Binks of Hezabad.
"Well, drains, and sewage-outfalls are
"My own peculiar fad.
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Rudyard Kipling

Rudyard Kipling
The Lambs On The Boulder

I hear that the Commune di Padova has an exhibition of master-
pieces from Giotto to Mantegna. Giotto is the master of angels, and
Mantegna is the master of the dead Christ, one of the few human
beings who seems to have understood that Christ did indeed come
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James Arlington Wright
De Profundis

There is a stubble field on which a black rain falls.
There is a tree which, brown, stands lonely here.
There is a hissing wind which haunts deserted huts- -
How sad this evening.
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Georg Trakl
Skunk Hour

(for Elizabeth Bishop)

Nautilus Island's hermit
heiress still lives through winter in her Spartan cottage;
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Robert Lowell
A New York Child's Garden Of Verses

(With the usual.)
I

In winter I get up at night,
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Franklin Pierce Adams
I Feel Horrible. She Doesn't

I feel horrible. She doesn't
love me and I wander around
like a sewing machine
that's just finished sewing
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Richard Brautigan
Margrave

On the small marble-paved platform
On the turret on the head of the tower,
Watching the night deepen.
I feel the rock-edge of the continent
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Robinson Jeffers
Sunday Night In Santa Rosa

The carnival is over. The high tents,
the palaces of light, are folded flat
and trucked away. A three-time loser yanks
the Wheel of Fortune off the wall. Mice
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Dana Gioia
The Blackbirds Are Rough Today

lonely as a dry and used orchard
spread over the earth
for use and surrender.

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Charles Bukowski
Hymn To Death

I
What is it haunts the summer air?
A sense of something lately passed away;
Something pleasant, something fair,
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Alfred Austin
Noctambule

Zut! it's two o'clock.
See! the lights are jumping.
Finish up your bock,
Time we all were humping.
.....

Robert William Service