Best Husked Poems

Mentors like priests preparing me for holy rite
Institutional slaves to a false trinity
Subduing adventure, exploration and discovery to classroom rigor
Eternal stairway ... moonbeams to the...

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I grew up and out on a four family-owned,
and cooperatively-organized,
extended matriarchal farm.

Four interdependent 1940s through 1970s patriarchally managed businesses,
without substantial questions about who should wear...

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the episode took place near the sewer
the boy lay lifeless on the stiff ground
his white clothes dipping in red
a rowdy mob encircled him
like vultures awaiting...

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I live alone; I pick pecans.
When leaves are dry
or wet upon the ground,
I thrash the trees.
I break from branches
undropped, green-husked nuts
and pull the fleshy hulls
from...

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We lingered too the passenger like
awaiting the snake that runs on dike
We sat, hands tied to lower jaw like
Mom waiting for her dour child to...

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So, this  is where the sheaves were hauled
Where corn was husked, and seeds were hulled

So, this is where the meal was ground,
until the clock...

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In November when frost was on the punkin and corn was stacked in shocks,
And the snows began to fall and geese flew southward in V-shaped...

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The hearts that do not beat
Quiet in the viaduct;
        A steeled echo husked
Alchemic clones vastly entreat.

I slipped you...

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The woman with red rose vine

up her thighs and thine

showed me the way

and invited tryin,

did she wear rose perfume,too?

did I ask

she coyly husked umm yeah

Lol...

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I got friggin heebie jeebies

Cuz buzzards circle o'er me
eyeing these lovely bones prithee
id est Roy L. T. Canard, Si
hence impossible mission 
to be lovey dove...

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These leavings are devastating. 
I feel husked and scraped
The cobb cast on the bin
While destiny enjoys my entrails.
A continuos cycle of harvest
Where heaven recieves the...

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Jazz man of the mill suffering atomic verse
Born of the waves, air-raids of sound 
Moons  to profile the edge of weather 
And sun to...

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Mattie & I
on the stream of
 
Soda Can 
the heavenly hills

Of Hats.
The howling husked heard;

Just The Night Owls
And the waxes of weltering wobble of worms

All...

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Within the common (all purpose room)
     at highland manor apartments aye
daily encounter, one bewitchingly dreaded
     fiendishly horrible,...

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I remember us
Your voice husked with passion
Your eyes incredulously bright, wet, and near
My will like crumbling dust
It was so sudden and unexpected, your will
To yield...

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