Rod Zinkel
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MalformedA Poem by Rod ZinkelI once read the doctor’s notes when he exited the room, the injured appendage was referred to as malformed, a confirmation to my ego that .. |
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My Favorite FlavorA Poem by Rod ZinkelIf I had a dreamsicle I'd taste your creamy skin and lipstick sherbert. |
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We Wear What We SellA Poem by Rod ZinkelOn the bar scene everyone wears a sandwich board selling what makes them special. A girl has diamonds on each finger and a stripper name on her bo.. |
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War is Not PoeticA Poem by Rod ZinkelWritten for The Lotus Eater creative writing exercise. |
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Strawberry\'s MargaritasA Poem by Rod ZinkelNessy’s at the bar sipping margaritas for her namesake – Strawberry, to keep up the stripper’s persona. There’s a guy hang.. |
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Sadie: Potrait of a SpiderA Poem by Rod ZinkelWritten for the Lotus Eaters exercise: the art of science. |
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Hey, Sunshine, Some People Gotta WorkA Poem by Rod Zinkel“What’s the meaning of this?” my father would say to the dawn, quite dissatisfied with the sun’s interruption of his sleep... |
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ShortsA Poem by Rod ZinkelSuggested slogan for the group, Vicious Circle. |
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Composed for KeyboardA Poem by Rod ZinkelRiding the Red Bull while entering data is like Stevie Wonder’s fingers crossing while playing Superstition, like open wheel racing at the .. |
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Paper CastleA Poem by Rod ZinkelTo K. Written for the Poetry is a Place contest. |