Near Matches
Ignore Exact
Everything
2
Cleaning out the rec room fridge at the Home for Retired Poets
(
poetry
)
by
Mathlete
Thu Oct 22 2009 at 18:46:31
The foods decay, the foods decay and fall
Downward to my trash bag with yellow draw
Strings.
Germs rather at once our milk devour
—
Up-gathered now like leaking sour
Cream.
Eww, it drips and gathers, but the fallen spoil
Gathers to a grossness like the ooze of oil
;
Leached.
Out, vile jelly jar
beside the alien corn
.
Ugh, do I dare, do I dare to eat that forlorn
...
Peach?
Unfrozen things are subject to decay
So this is just to say
,
Nothing with mold can stay
.
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
Nothing Gold Can Stay
Tithonus
The Garden of Proserpine
God's Grandeur
The World is too much with us
This is Just to Say
Cream
Covid-19: Good and Bad News
Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab
Goblin Market
Mac Flecknoe
The force that through the green fuse drives the flower
Ode to a Nightingale
The Lamb and the Wolf
leach
I want my mommy
Throwing A Rock into the Water
rainy day pipe dream
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
King Lear III.vii
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
peach
String
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