Best Bic Poems

A few poems written by Chan Hurst, (Just That Archaic Poet)

I hope that we can find some comfort in them at this sad time.


"A Rational...

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The truth can’t be seen through blinders.
Eyes and ears covered with hatred.
The tongue’s ready-lash sidewinders,
twisting and spinning what’s sacred.

The truth, the fact, reality
masked - the...

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Rio de Janeiro, a city by the shore:
Home to Ipanema, Carnival and dance folklore.
As a child, of you I read, from books that showed your...

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My own piece of heaven, a quiet little nook,
With only the finest parchment in a leather book,
A feather quill pen and an ocean of ink,
My...

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Shaken, angry  and scared is the family that was once three

Each parent accusing the other of murder in the second degree

But just who would...

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WHAT IT ISN’T

It isn’t waiting for the downtown trolley
Hearing the ding of its bell

Isn’t knowledge of threat
Walking around Municipal Square
In rain, snow or fair

Chin up
Eyes...

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GRAVE RECYCLING

Installed in cargo pockets,
A vivid-glass, a little green bag,
A pod, silverplatted case,
Which Guca-hides, Pallmalls, and a bic.

You're barfoot in tombstones.
You're father, son vulture slumped,
You...

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Some say don't fear while others fret
On all of the happenings 
We've struck a match to our past

"Now the house we've built is burning" 

Our...

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The Mojo Trick
Loch David Crane
June 1979

Sweat-sticky and hot! The P. I. is not
	a comfortable place to be;
but sit here and perspire (as though by the...

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Today I mourn the loss
Of a good and trusted friend
Who shared with me the company
Thru hard times thick and thin

I held him close unto my...

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Thailand,
Or Kensington?
Tinfoil from a Kit-Kat,
Tells you that there’s no difference,
Outside,

Cocaine,
Ammonia,
Old Martell miniature,
A Bic lighter; a mound of ash,
Bangkok?

Fly south
Like Garuda,
Drift off to Koh Samui,
A Beach...

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The calla lily ladies pay a dainty little toll 
to shade their face from beauty which will purify their soul. 
(all protestant their daughters -...

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Christmas as a kid
Oh, how blessed I have been
To have had such a childhood!
So rife with wonderful Christmas memories

That they tumble in my mind like...

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Here lies my old pal Michael,
His spirit set free by wind,
because the storm which kicked his bucket,
trapped the poor old git within,
A Scotsman by his...

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He's got a reptilian body and wings,
and breathe so hot he can singe anything,
he's very popular especially in summer,
if people barbecue's wind up a blunder,

He'll...

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