French Fries,
Tykes’ ecstasies,
Clean bruises and “F-streaks.”
How could something so healing cause
... – by Caleb Delos-Santos | 0 Views added 1 year ago
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Joe drove home.
Snow flowed. Stones
froze. Joe groaned,
“Joan won’t phone.
Hoes don’t phone.”
Though those roads
glowed, Joe’s hope
sloped. “Oh!” Joe’s
phone showed, “Joan.”
“Don’t go... – by Caleb Delos-Santos | 2 Views added 2 years ago
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As they relay
boasts on a play,
my sights survey
her locks’ blonde spray.
Those slick strips ray
tint among grey,
sway dim dismay,
and make my... – by Caleb Delos-Santos | 4 Views added 2 years ago
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My Love is better than you.
Your greatest face can’t brew stew
better than her smile’s soup. Two
sips can unsicken a slew
of oozy sneeze days. One chew
of her chuckle can unglue
sour hours. She’s my great food-tray
And one day, I’ll say, “I... – by Caleb Delos-Santos | 7 Views added 2 years ago
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Before my next depressive fret, I sat
in grass while passing lip-locks off to her.
That day, she cooled my core with precious pats.
Before, we swallowed scents and let love stir.
In grass, while passing lip-locks off to her,
I pried into her... – by Caleb Delos-Santos | 2 Views added 2 years ago
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I zoomed to my
inside in-person non-Zoom
classroom on my
chunky clunky chalk-colored
scooter.
I slid by
stout, statued, age-stained
mainstays:
old beaten anti-vehicle beams,
cold boisterous annoying
benches,
and
tiny, pine-cony,... – by Caleb Delos-Santos | 2 Views added 2 years ago
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I can
think of many
ways to conclude my time,
the simple act of suicide.
A smooth slip off a building would be nice,
seamless, small, besides the splatter. The one price
would be the time between my falling life
and the ground. The wait would... – by Caleb Delos-Santos | 0 Views added 2 years ago
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Upon completing therapy, I peeped
my Sweetheart charting genius thoughts on her
absurdly fluffy fiber-back and gleamed
at classy plastered grass and tripped tree-fur.
I ditched the window, tumbling outdoors,
and scanned her land with... – by Caleb Delos-Santos | 3 Views added 2 years ago
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This simple night reminds me of a time
I can’t record or store in rhyme.
To me, that memory feels like
my briny balance on a bike,
a concept, less man, more mime.
Perhaps I pranced with pals to chime
about some crush. Or, did I climb
with... – by Caleb Delos-Santos | 16 Views added 2 years ago
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A toilet is the throne for all,
the wealth, the daft, the schooled, the broke.
Unless you dwell where cars can’t stall.
A toilet is the throne for all.
Unless your culture lacks U-Haul,
McDonald’s, WiFi, Bandaids, Coke.
A toilet is the throne... – by Caleb Delos-Santos | 19 Views added 2 years ago
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Today,
my trite Earl Grey
would taste greater in May,
When cross cagey college cramps stay
... – by Caleb Delos-Santos | 14 Views added 2 years ago
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Mikayla: A Rimas Dissolutas.
Mikayla, do you know your name
begins unstressed? Do you know that
fantastic fact’s effect? each day
your name eradicates my strain,
replacing sleeplessness with rest.
Mikayla, do you know the game
your chill... – by Caleb Delos-Santos | 9 Views added 2 years ago
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