Best Leprous Poems

Eve, the mother of all mankind,
Adam found his helpmeet in her.
Old Sarah, through faith, was confined.
Rebecca, the first twins’ mother.
Shiphrah and Puah, brave midwives
Saved Hebrew children, fearing God.
Fearless Jochebed hid her child,
Because of her, Moses survives.
Rahab hid spies for she was awed
By the true God,...

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When Meaning Is Meaningless
The value of life is delicious debris
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Megan's alone, she's as quiet as a mouse, 
as she steals through the hallways of 
Maplethorpe House. Mysterious, moody 
and always morose, it's as if she is leprous 
     no one can get close.

She carries a parcel held tight to her...

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Chartreuse moss insinuates itself
into cracked brick as leprous eucalyptus
line the path, fallen leaves contorted 
into coral spines on weathered terra cotta.

Traveling between the trees I stumble
upon one sinewy stalk in a lithe tuft
heralding the second coming of a lily.

May's slate gray 
muffles the air until...

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Within my psychedelic psychosis divided by hell’s malignant mitosis,
Navigated by narcotized neurosis absorption through opiate osmosis…
Within my lunatic leverage of will, I needed to miraculously madly mill,
The negligent neurons of my ill amidst a faltering fragment of my spill.

My eyes that bear the bevel upon...

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Megan's alone, she's as quiet as a mouse, 
as she steals through the hallways of 
Maplethorpe House. Mysterious, moody 
and always morose, it's as if she is leprous 
     no one can get close.

She carries a parcel held tight to her...

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Autumn draws closer day by day
From far is heard 
The screeching of a lone bird
Voicing its dismay aloud
Over the impending fall
Here the moss scrawls 
Ugly pictures on the bark of trees 
Where black spiders weave their gossamer
Moving, sig sag across the trees’ leprous trunks

I see...

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In the slow, dead hours that hang attendant
Upon the birth of the dawn,
When all things pure lie safe abed,
Nested in sleep's safe oblivion,
The rituals take place, unseen, unfelt
In woods or alleys
In the dry, dusty corners of the old parts of town
In any of the legion...

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Truly how blessed are we not to bow to the barbaric chivalry
Of emperors and kings’  in raging insanity
Historical madness runs in the house of Caesars

Considered great, ruler of lands and seas
The house of Caesar wrought constant battles and
Incestuous orgies
Leprous Tiberius crucified thousands under his...

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              The Night Soil Man

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		Nothing sticks to-get-her like turds
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“A teacher, taught our ignorance the path to civilization,
respect all.”

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Nightly they give thanks
With uncanny stealth they close in
By the scent of carbon dioxide
Drawn to a table
well prepared in the presence
And, of their enemy!

Endlessly raped and pillaged
In my sleepless sleep I wonder...
These gluttonous suckers
Fattened by my blood
Part of his creation
The Lord called “good”?

In pain I...

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Gbomogbomo {The Kidnappers}
  
   Most rebellious Mangroves limbs aloof
   Straddle the leprous ocean swamp,
   Here, no room for German bridge,
   And no passage for slippery marble tarmac;
   Clashes of mysterious legs on the steppping...

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I am the Project Air Bridge, 
The veritable virus lord-cum-felon of duty fraud.
Fumaye's privileged his bridge that projects pompous airs.
Maelstrom, mammon coextend where it forks and fares.
Transpontine ambulances shriek, hearses creak;
Cispontine pandemia profiteerings peak. 
Lip service put onto pushy pumper,
Juggling jobbery jarred into cushy number....

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On seeing the painting of Edvard Munch
Of the woodland stretching endless
One would feel, one has entered a sanctuary,
Where stillness prevails and coolness overpowers
There is no sound except the sound of rustling leaves.
Tall trees touching Heaven’s seams stand proud,
Telling how they withstood the harshness of the...

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