Best Elixirs Poems

Midnight. This white ward
drifts softly through chalked moonbeams
shifting walls argent to cream,
sifting sterile halls.
Full moon fingers reach within
touching each silvered sheet-shroud.

Jaded nurses drowse...
vials drip crystalline...

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This poem is a special devotion for my mother, who has always been a healing sun for these wintry eyes. Mumma, you're my hope, my...

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Have you seen a Rockwell 1950's Lemonade Wars?
Two girls, both white of course,
dressed for YoungRepublican success
scowling at each other on a pristine deserted street
of the...

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Champagne and wine
Elixirs of the elite's delight
beverages of the upper classes
as they rendezvous and converse
amid soirées decked in elegance
mingling among their 
	latest art acquisitions
		envied, even...

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Full moon nigh
Has an eerie feel
Dark clouds mystify
Pathway of the surreal.

Raindrops echo steadily
With each and every step
I continue on methodically
While shadows by me crept.

Full moon...

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"It's all in the earlobe," I heard him say,
And I wondered where I went wrong.
For my ears were lobeless , and I was weak,
But this...

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Illusions are smoke and mirrors;
the sky's black, and yet, we see blue.
And like sheep, we're led by shearers
whose reality blocks our view.

Flashing neon propositions
youth as...

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"We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are." Anaïs Nin







“Man Eating Flower” 



Voluptuous lips 
Velvet soft and slick
mouth words that...

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this culinary humble verboten pie eating older mwm 
   in sore want of coital aid
with no intent to rile nor up braid
certainly not...

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Offerings all-inclusively controlled,

  consummating thirst's affectations

   eliciting truth's darkly responsive swallow

        of pretenses pseudo-poetic poison,

...

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In Vino Veritas, But Whiskey’s Better

In wine there is certainly such real-truth to be found,
And in whiskey there is even more of it to go...

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I once heard frogs singing
a bridge between Earth's solar spiraled song
and my neuro-systemic brainstem
flowing down and out across octaved rib cage
and diapraxis hips
with skeletal smooth-structured...

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THE STRANGER MAN (3)

But let life live its life and I mine.
I ease myself of all worries
And drift where I may such as liberal
As a...

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The encumbrance of
life
Copious and
never-ending
A leaching
gangrenous wound
In need of
dismemberment
From his torpid soul

The medicinal
elixirs have raped
the mind
And replaced it with
a dense syrup 
That makes
cognition, onerous 
He cares...

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began,        she journeys to the deepest place 
following          ...

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