Best Corneas Poems

If my mind be painted in colors borrowed, would it be red? 
Rusted in brown, or maybe instead, an indigo streak?
Depending upon the source of inspiration, 
and the song on the radio at the time of connection...
I keep coming back to sea green, 
or the...

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Caustic memories dissolve on my tongue
Lingering tastes of battery acid and nicotine  
Cause me to choke on putrid saliva.  
Staring at melting walls, clocks tick in unison.  

Distorted birdsong hums outside of jagged windows 
Under the warped sun, an unrepentant landscape blurs....

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Caustic memories dissolve on my tongue
Lingering tastes of battery acid and nicotine  
Cause me to choke on putrid saliva.  
Staring at melting walls, clocks tick in unison.  

Distorted birdsong hums outside of jagged windows 
Under the warped sun, an unrepentant landscape blurs....

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Turning over in a ruffled bed,
stark red numbers sear 4 a.m. into bloodshot corneas.
Nothing but darkness creeps through threadbare curtains, frozen in place.
A desolate silence becomes deafening, as birdsong no longer crescendos—
what would have been the breaking of dawn.

It's been six years now since our...

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I am not all happiness.
I am not as bitter as your smile
and I have no lips to make me sense -
to curve around my name and give
me more depth than the air,
than the dust I rise from
like the moon, night after night
chasing sunlight across the...

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Simple Pretense


Shut up!
My God. Can’t you say anything positive?
Can’t you say anything that will sweep this darkness away.
Away from the corneas of my soul?
I know where the light switch is. Do you?
I know where the dog has buried its bone. Do you?
I know what lurks...

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Through the corner of my eye I see the bride and the groom,
Slowly our corneas make contact I'm the elephant in the room.

A drunken night.
Sex combined with spite.
Makes a tainted marriage,
a fractured life.

"Speak now" said the priest, "or forever hold your peace."
The best man raised...

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The mirtangist may never willingly hear
may not want to hear
the multaiyam announcing his cue
nor the melodist aware of the flautist's right
to the change in the raga
the plucking of the yal strings
to the goatskin drummed bleats
and pleas of mindless fingers
for out there
on the receding promontary's rising...

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Let’s face facts you’re a motherloving no one
couldn’t find a flow if you were looking at the ocean 
I’ll stand and deliver like I’m living in a river
Your thoughts are all flops 
like the tap drips drops

just a monkey in a mosh pit flinging your...

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Death
Who is no respecter of persons
Beloved, haters
Gather around
Secluded murmurs and vents
Bloodshot corneas
Shudders, silence
Some to merry only
Black, oblivion
Disbelief, later epiphany
Resounding salutations
Indeed! Some only to make merry - come
Its desire: unquenchable
Like the Queen, never late
Departing she returns
Again without announcement....

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If there is life there 
must be an encounteration.
Even the moons and 
the suns, all get to return 
back if they passed 
to their eventual 
transportation. The morning
lights shunned and pass 
like flying clouds. When the 
deadlines had past during 
the time which something 
might...

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Lots of haze in the skies
Coupled by the haze in my eyes
Cataracts, damn it. Cataracts.

Trying to see some meteors
August is when they hit our shores
(Metaphorically speaking.

I know they don't hit any shores
and anyway, there are no shores
in Reseda, California.

It's just a clever way of saying
that...

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stop throbbing temple
blood pounded sight
dim daydreamt corneas
surround sharp morning light

hidden heart whispers
raging wan muffled souls
desire stoked embers
burn kiln shattered bowls

dermis flayed pilgrims
gnaw darkly smoked bones
slag dwelling convicts
flee coke crumbled clones

fly, fly away from
a wasteland of sorrows
as ash can yesterdays spill
into flashpoint tomorrows

is there only the...

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O my Love's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
O my Love's like the melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I:
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry:
Till a'...

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Talkin' Corneal-Transplantation 
Gratitude



Whispering voices beseech me,

through failing eyes unable to 
see,

riding the clouds floating on a 
dream,

my vision swept away in a frigid 
stream,

I clambered and clawed my way 
between the moss,

listening to sickly sweet 
platitudes of flimsy candy-floss,

and now I stand up again, I...

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