Best Informants Poems

All this long week
of early spring head colds
our National Public Radio informants
and performers,
speakers and listeners,
have been about the business of raising capital investments
preferably in their corporate direction,
to support further public broadcasting
for the benefit of our children
and their children,
and so on.

While this has often felt like...

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There are gunshots firing.
Soldiers continuously dying.

Local people that have done no harm
Are suddenly filled with dreading alarm.

By the very end of the twinkling stars and the night,
The whole village has been set alight

Some have been taken.
Those left behind are still shaken.

The only thing making them...

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Tweekers make meth by the light of the moon.
They're spun and unaware that the end is coming soon.

Outside there's a swat team lurking in the shade.
They've gathered information from informants that they've paid.

Now they have the evidence and a warrant to invade.
It's a raid, it's...

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Hey! Devilish scumbag demons
You terrorized our forest and sneak to our habitat
You are so brave, and you renowned yourself in our home
 You are such a coward scunner
Whom plunder our land and exterminate our laughter

Hey! Terrorist you are so cruel and hateful
Every morning the news...

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As I lay on my sofa after returning from 
traumatic brain injury pain management 
NEUROLOGISTS my therapist drove me 
to my appointments today was the day 
they installed over 60 wires probes glued 
to my scalp I wasn't happy about that 
they gave me an...

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AFTER GARGANO CRIME FAMILY OF MADISON WISCONSIN BLEW UP MY FACE WITH A CAR BOMB MY LIFE WAS THREATENED THEY BEGAN TO EXTORT MY LIVELY HOOD IMPERSONATE ME PAYING WISCONSIN CITY OFFICIALS TO FRAME DISABLED AFRICAN AMERICANS FALSIFYING HELL ON EARTH PRESENTING IT TO THE...

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SEVERE STALKING FROM LEFT OVER STRIPPERS FROM PETER CLUB IN TAMPA ALI IA HILTON TALISA SHAW DANITA DELMONT AGENT KIWANI BUGGS FROM MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND STABLE OF JHORES HE SHARE WITH PETER GARGANO I REPORTED THE STENCH TO THE FBI AND STRIP CLUB LITERALLY...

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CRISIS TEAM : HELLO WE ARE HERE TO HELP 

AGENT BROWN: I AWAKEN EVERY NIGHT IN TOTAL FEAR FOR MY SAFETY AFTER WEARING WIRES PREGNANT BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS FEARING FOR MINE AND MY CHILDREN LIVES DUE TO THE FACT THE ARSON MURDERER OF 9...

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The many blessings taking classes at Saint Marks Catholic Church safe guarding gods children arch dioceses of Milwaukee raising my granddaughter from walking my pre schooler to our lady of mount Carmel kindergarten St Theresa to first grade holy rosary singing in the choir stewardship...

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How Catrina bell mckissick 
and jay Townsend Johnson 
Henry decided to impersonate 
me exposing my identity as an 
fbi informant wearing wires 
pregnant buying weapons and 
drugs from junk sick cops this 
was ongoing from 1985 to 1995 
going into hostage situations 
finally buying pagers...

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I will not apologize for wearing 
wires pregnant for the Fbi buying 
weapons and drugs from corruption 
and taking down gang leaders who 
migrated to Wisconsin under queen 
pin cocaine heroin hard drugs 
manufacturer Mexican female drug 
cartel hired behind bars for stabbing 
five persons...

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From cold concrete floor to plaster ceiling
in cardboard boxes, damp and peeling;
beneath migraine fluorescence,
humming, blinking incessance.
They languish spectrally bound and gagged,
indexed, filed, stamped and tagged:
a desert vista of yellowing paper.
They say nothing,
travel nowhere.

Confetti never thrown on a wedding day,
left in the box to waste and...

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Breathless panting as I sat waiting my abusive ex husband to return from his big job with Ciro Gargano dynamite gas cans golf balls with draino two hand grenades finally dust pans used to pour gasoline around each entrance and exit of the tailor shop...

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MARILYN HOLDING ON TO 
MEMORIES THROUGH ASHES 
REMEMERING THE LOST DONATE 
BONE MARROW SHORE CLAIR MICHIGAN 
MY PRAYERS ARE WITH YOU PLEASE 
STOP THREATENING MY LIFE 
I CAN'T IMAGINE AFTER ALL THESE 
YEARS RIVERSIDE DRIVE YOU WERE SO 
INTRIGUED BY MY POETRY MY WRITING 
INCLUDING...

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Stay by and explore,
Is there the need for us to be fighting over a phone call?
I'm the sweet scented flower,'forget-me-not',
Since you're the 'Lilly' with law,
Everyone wonders about how you'll rot,
Thinking and pondering over the intensive sunshine on you,
Won't your petals wither?
There is an asset for...

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