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Best Poems From
ABBI VAN DEN BERG
(6 November 1980)
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Save the whales
You're so slick
Your woirds are like
a smear of oil
floating viscously
on the surface of my conciousness
Your every selected sentence
oozes over me
coating me like pengiun wings
dragging me into my subconcious in search
of something untainted
by you
But I am left gulping
mouthfuls of carcinogenic waste
because you have leaked into
every last vestige of my
judgement and then
withdrawn
taking your tanker to
the next ocean
Leaving me with nothing but the ruinous legacy
left in your wake
Abbi van den Berg
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Seal Culling
I sat on my back porch
cigarette smouldering between fingers
staring at a lilac sky
backlighting two trees
one skeletal in its nudity
and the other gaudily confetti-blossomed
flaunting its beauty before it
And I wondered if there was someone, somewhere
in the world
sitting on their back porch after a night out
staring at their overgrown
alien infested lawn
smoking
longing for a girl with just a little too much
energy and volume
Did he stub out his cigarette
considering what I might look like
when he met me
and if I would ever come
Was he clubbed to death like me
wishing that destiny would hurry up
and cut him some slack
Abbi van den Berg
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Social Chameleon
You misunderstood me again
tangled up in your
misinterpretations
you heard something I never said
Im a social chameleon
inching along the branch of your insecurities
switching colours and personalities
Hoping to dart out my
endless marshmallow muscle molasses tongue
and catch a
fly
of news I can use
a bit of you
that I can add to my pallet
and display as Im edging along
another branch
Im a social chameleon
waiting to regurgitate
what Ive ingested at just the right
moment
with just the right quota of impact
like an inebriated gatecrasher
vomiting onto a
prominent part hosts perfect Persian carpet
Yet you still love me
Im a social chameleon
flipping through nuances of myself
to find just the right shade for you
and youll remark
at how I understand you
and youll marvel to your friends
and mine about how Im
just so easy
to spend time with
But you dont see
my conic, pinprick black eyes
swivelling
one on you
the other looking for the next branch
preparing for my next guided strike
So Im sorry if you thought I cared
but I have my fly now
and your mindless jabber has sated me
(07-11-2004)
Abbi van den Berg
Read more: sorry poems, time poems, friend poems, hope poems
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it was me who got on the plane
Not even I am going
to try to refute that
with my clever little arguments
so why do I feel like you left me
Abbi van den Berg
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