Best Idiocies Poems

How many people with foreboding palpitations
have I seen slip from middle age and slide into old age?
They slither into their last refuge, the dirt hole,
and...

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he parlayed a condom full of nouns
in bold thrusts of the quill
for the para structuralist cadres
many of them freeway orphans
who won't even read a stoplight
on...

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I sit, chewing on my pen tip,
Trying to look as if I am deep in serious thoughts, 
Tapping my foot with an air of restless...

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The day you cut me wide open,
I bled tears from a hideous face
And pure prisoned blood from my sealed benevolent cocoon.
I was not as pitiable...

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The human being…
Who is worthy to bestow this title or its meaning…?
Mortal beginners naming us damned sinners…
Begotten is this son; created in the image, the...

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Dearest green mother; 
Tis your godly soul brother…
Self recycled my vibration…
Synchronized to your beacon station…
Simplicity to your mystery, cycles of reincarnation…
Intelligent resource utilization…
Prevents our home...

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The day fell at its prey since man’s first fall,
To feed poison the dragon hath lifted its head,
Men have fallen into lucrative chasm,
Many ‘succeeded’ perching...

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Years ago it seems,
	Feelings, had dreams attached.
		Dreams, created thoughts.
			Thoughts, lead to hopes.
				Hopes, blossomed into actions.
You see, I can preach and pray, 
	nevertheless, without action nothing...

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It was almost at the middle of my teen-age days,
When mind, like a horse without bridle, found rough ways;
Inner laissez-faire, like snake in dilapidated crack,...

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Always been a fool for love;
Not once have I been in love and have it end well;
There was always a twist,
And you are probably my...

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Dear Diary writes the Queen
in her journal
about a mirror of such imagery
in which you can live soo vicariously
of peasants and slaves
oh the high coo 
of...

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immense
and minimum
discontinuous space
between you and me.
even being side by side
each one sees
what he wants to see.
so close and lonely we are
but
and if there was only...

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"Your enemies know you, as you know them, and truth bears on--face to face ... The Mirror Cracks ... Your friends know you, as you...

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