Best Hyperventilated Poems

My heart is empty, Jeffrey.
I’m standing here transfixed 
within the threshold 
of a vacant bedroom.
The air is still
but the delicate scent 
of your passing soul 
invades my nostrils. 
The aroma travels deep 
inside the tunnels 
of my abdominal cavity -
lingering like... 
a dew-anointed meadow 
sleeping...

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JAKE’S PLAN OF APPROACH

Once Jack awoke, he began to plan his approach. As he was doing this, he noticed many things about the environment that surrounded him.  He paid close attention because these things would help him plan his approach more accurately to Giant’s...

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HYPHENATED AMERICANS

You have the biggies like Chinese-Americans
And Latino-Americans and German-Americans;
And miniscule groups like Armenian-Americans
Or   Bosnia-and-Herzegovinan-Americans;
But why do we never hear of  English-Americans,
Scottish-Americans or Welsh-Americans?
Sound weird  don’t they?  Kinda unnecessary.
Anyone ever heard of Canadian-Americans?
Or Australian-  or New Zealand-  oh...

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It's all frustratingly LeftBrain relativistic,
even nihilistic in its darker 
ruminating 
paranoid about chaotic outcomes form,
said Einstein's post-millennial ghost.

So its all synergetic fractal 4D equivalent SpaceTime,
said Fuller,
in co-arising nondual P = N(NP)/2 (0)-Core response.

Interesting you should find it so,
but I am much too busy in my...

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Coffee or tea?

Fragmented frogs frolicking fruitlessly freeing flavoursome fairy freckles,
But what of the speckled hound in the bin?
Well he growled,
He snarled,
The sole paw pilot pivoting,
How interesting was it to note though that the frogs although fragmented held a fragrance like no other,
And like no other...

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Last Night/ This morning

Last night...
Just a little sense of panic
one of those moments,
when everyone seems to have fallen away from you.
And in my delusion I believed
my best friend is gone
and I hyperventilated and felt sick
See, shes the only one who knows me in the real...

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The Amourette Autopsy 
 
In vesper’s curt caress there seems no bind 
To daylight’s brim or morning’s dire decree- 
Your vertigo embrace confounded vows, 
Within a steel wheeled cauldron we stirred swamps 
We hyperventilated hurricanes 
Cajoled embraces, arrogated from 
your groom and registry and welling...

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Let me sing for you
The nightingale told the red hearted hibiscus
With the golden lips
No, Sir poet, replied the common flower
Your lyric is complicated
And I get hyperventilated 
Trying unravel both seduction and power
Dear me, dear me, O dear me
Sang the nightingale
It is mistaken identity
I sing the...

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