Best Incised Poems

Plunging, lifting, plunging -as wind blew ashes all around -
the shovels' blades incised the cold and black encrusted ground.

Attached to shovel handles were the arms...

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There’s the tightrope for you to walk, wire walker —

defying the gravity of reality and the reality of gravity
you know damn well he won't catch...

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Once upon a silent summer eve, 
as fine vermilion lines, 
between bleeding moonlight, 
swiftly sailed across
  my darkness and I, 
sakura springs sang 
...

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Scarlet and golden etched,
autumn leaves reflect summer's apprehended glory
incised in deep veined images.
Released, they sigh earthward like final breaths.

Sharp pungence ripens , musty tang,
a piquant...

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Slicing the instinct
The arcane was torn, curses spit
Teardrop bated as the breath hunts
Wound wide open, the heart cries

The ripple of pain unable to stem
The cimmerian...

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Hold me within the virtual chalice of righteous
And never let me stray too long amid the imperfection of this body
From this visage of dignity, once...

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Embarking upon another vigilant journey, as ever searching these

Sinuous corridores in sublime; a maxims inverted souvenir; effusions

Waterfalls of wisdom to contest this, their mortuaries enigma....

Craven...

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Here squats a Black Widow spider,
who sups a swig of sweet cider.
     He spies her there,
     scoots...

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We are at the junction of the Little River and the Ottawa River,
journeying into the Canadian wilderness by canoe, the
paddles...

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Her words were mumbled unprovoked and put him through the grinder
minced they were tearing apart they hurt like a dagger so he finally knew
where his...

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There’s a realness to Charles
a rawness
a grind 
that makes you want to
	slap your leg
like an old jazz man.

Bukowski wouldn’t care
what the hell you thought of...

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Revived to pop out as an empty nester 
To accompany a newfangled life
Maneuvered all the way for a change of state
I dropped my bags and...

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Last summer after a long while I enjoyed a dream vacation,
when I was wonderfully filled to the brim with satisfaction.
It was truly worth the hard...

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Scathing these miscoloured orbs of sight, with incised rocks carved beneath

Concretionaries jagged edges of contagiums....

Painted upon the predominating canvas of perceptions dank, pasteled times!

So what...

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