Jena Crowe

It's Friday
which means it's crazy where I live.
The noise level went from a box fan
to stadium seating
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I want to make a crooked paper weight with you
hands on the pottery wheel, just like Swayze.

Brush your teeth first, ghosts eat garlic
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Hi poets.
it's time I graced you with my dark purple presence,
peasants and the poor alike...
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White trash
goat walkin'
no shirt
meatheads
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There are a couple of boys
ditching Summer school, skate boarding
down my street.
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brushing my teeth too long.
mouth wash
swishing slowly, falling asleep at the sink
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I gave a guy a fried egg sandwich today-
I knew there was a hair on the plate and I found humor
instead of a napkin before I served it to him.
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I love that you resemble an inmate,
drive a nissan altima
and give women flowers when they cry
which waters down my admiration
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if the Bible said that we should all submit to each others poetry
we would be out of one's tree, berserk in the kitchen
rounding the bend
at a dead end
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A pinched nerve is selling itself on the corner of my neck.
It break dances when I look at him.
I need to just drink my coffee and do my crossword puzzle
Without wondering if he's looking at me.
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my phone buzzes louder than an African bee
and its sting hurts more than a jelly fish.

the sun burps
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El Pollo Loco
is the only thing I can say in Spanish.

In english I can say:
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My ten speed is now a four speed.
I always wanted it to pipe down, so thank you
to whoever decided it needed to shut up.
I want to congratulate your swiss army knife
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He seriously has the coolest tie I have ever seen.
and I hate ties. They remind me of orderly conduct
and I was never good at that.
But this guys' tie is so retro. It's a ride my scooter please
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Dear Member, we deactivated your poem 'I plan to make Gary my Housewife' because it was violating the rules of Poem Hunter.

Dear Poem Hunter,
I plan to make Gary my housewife. What's wrong with that?
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When the land is tired of carrying my feet across
the street to the local Peets. My coffee waits for me
like you do. I do not know your coal black eyes or fiery
soul but I do know you wait for me and I wait for Steve
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When you are sitting on a train texting your fiancee'
'Love, I am going to be late'
I will cough, because I will have pneumonia
and you will look up and see my purple tee, my clouded
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Little bird
watching from the tree
find the boy
and tell him
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When you worked late shifts
toying with my books, asking me to sit
closer to you
and I wanted you to read me your heart
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