Existential Punk

Odysseys

Odysseys

by Adele Sakler

odysseys

drop

you

squarely,

squarely

evermore

yearning.

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Drench The Yawns

Drench The Yawns

by Adele Sakler

open up and 

drench the yawns of

sheer ecstasy,

sheer ecstasy,

everywhere

yelling in sheer ecstasy.

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Everlasting Love

Everlasting Love

by Adele Sakler

out of love she fell

under what spell now

takes her away

only she knows.

for love is a strange and

leery longing.

only she knows

very well this thing called

everlasting love.

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Burn Off

Burn Off

by Adele Sakler

burn off is the old saying

under the sun here in this

rich and vibrant city of angels.

night time doesn't even

offer smog-free

freedom,

freedom from smog, not at all.

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Gramps

Gramps

by Adele Sakler

he smelled of worn aftershave and sweet tobacco.

climbing into his lap and enveloping my arms around his flannel shirt

helped me to feel at home and safe.

resting my head upon his chest, listening to his heart beat and

watching his chest heave up and down, i sat there wishing

to never escape his warm embrace.

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i Wanted

This poem was inspired by Rita Dove's poem, 'Daystar'.

i Wanted

by Adele Sakler

i wanted . . .

i wanted to be thin and tall,

yet i was full of gall,

full of gall because i was

not perfect in your eyes so small.

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Death By Swat

Death By Swat

by Adele Sakler

swat, swat goes the swatter

smashing you against the wall.

swoosh, swoosh goes the wiper blades,

squishing, squishing your guts out on the window.

stomp, stomp goes the foot,

rapturously, rapturously killing you softly.

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Crossing

Crossing

by Existential Punk

do you wish to

advance with me

now

crossing through

everlasting odysseys?

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Funeral

Funeral

by Adele Sakler

bugs die everyday

under the weight of hands and feet

going to bug heaven

for a new life

under the sun.

never again bothering

everyone.

rat a tat tat, rat a tat tat, as they are

attacked by human

landmines.

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Death Of A Bug

This was inspired by a true story from my childhood!

Death Of A Bug

by Adele Sakler

my friend screamed at the site

of the creepy little bug.

she pleaded for me to

stomp and smush it into

a pulverized lump.

instead of thanking me, she

called me a bug murderer,

shaming me, shaming me,

pulling me to a funeral

for a damn bug!

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