Best Machined Poems

Her eye's are prosecuted to 
see, A darkened soul, now 
lingers, into anger and rage, 
against, this machined body, 
that exhausts my mind, with no 
way to return, It's existence, 
has been, captivated and 
buried, deep beneath, The 
floors, of burning tar, I cry 
hopelessly...

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cold air --
a blessing to come
machined...

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Dog Star

The clarity with which youthful vision perceives the world
Is increasingly fogged by the successive days of life.
Simple magnanimity is replaced by complex reservation.
Knowledge is replaced by uncertainty.
Hope is replaced by the leaden awareness of the cold laws of chance, and of time’s passage,
By the...

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Santa flew off to make his rounds,
and Dix made quick tracks for home,
to a one-room shack outside of town,
that his ma and sister called their own.

It wasn’t much too look at,
and his pay barely made ends meet.
He shuddered to think that without it
they’d both be...

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BOB Newhart

Remembrandts


Eye remember two of his stories eye will relate them first the way that eye 
remember them we had a recorded message (a vinyl record) player. 

Remembrandt one: He said this is a ROBOT voice in kind of a low insistent 
monotonically dialogue. 

ROBOT:...

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cold air --
a blessing to come
machined...

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At the mercy of anticipatory anxiety, hence...
viz hitted courtesy debilitating panic attacks

Upon waiting for vehicular repair 
today November 19th, 2019 at:
CJ'S TIRE & AUTOMOTIVE SERVICES
(1405 S Township Line Rd,
Royersford, PA 19468),
yours truly, i.e. mister re: man
registered lamentable paroxysm.

All thru mein kampf inferiority complex
analogous invisible muscular...

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For a man....

A calendar marks fifty years
since an audacious mission,
a rare moment of global unity,
a leap forward.  

But there is no leap, no grand
accomplishment without small steps.
Before female computers
slide rule math was machined 
into mechanical gears, 
then encoded in ones and zeroes, 
first in...

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When fancy does he come within one's life,
A candle gently placed goes out so quick.
Of course this is his job, yet one so rife,
And pain he caused to some in just a flick.
A march where veils can barely hide their tears
That rains could not compare...

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At the mercy of interminable anticipatory anxiety, hence...

viz hitted courtesy debilitating 
one after another panic attack
analogous being bombarded with flak
worse fate then death
or being tortured on the rack,
no mortal experience compares 
regarding psychological paralysis
just ask me who would even choose
electroconvulsive therapy  
making my body...

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A hungry beast edges,
coming for you, sent by a
shining, busy man;
you can do nothing.

The dingy spit spills
from claws that look like 
spinning sawblade dinner plates.
An oven belly smolders so brightly
for your flesh.

Truly, I am sorry...

But your druid spirit will be shredded,
sacrificed to Frankenstein,
and machined nonchalantly.

Come...

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I was listening to The Naked Apprentice,
carefully,
cautiously sifting for any substance
behind mindlessly reactionary mulish gruel,
universally bullying
yet morally thin as frozen rain 
on transparent windshield.

He has the mechanical aptitude,
systematic rectitude,
academic attitude
of a tired,
hungry,
and pissed off mule.

I know
because we lie and copulate in the same pen,
the same...

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Daily at the mercy of anticipatory anxiety, hence...

illogical and irrational obsessive compulsive
exhausting rituals linkedin
with cognitive dissonance
(essentially unfounded worry
birthed courtesy far fetched circumstances)
exacts significant mental expense,
which logically and rationally
makes perfect figurative cents
nevertheless offers assigned therapist
Renee Cardone fits and starts increments
(as a licensed once in a lifetime...

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In the summertime there were lots of cars and trucks moving up and down Cherry alley where I lived. Like the local bakery truck, many would stop to peddle their wares or deliver their goods. Their engines were not machined as perfect as today and...

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We are in glass houses full of our own insanity.
We are built of bricks and blood, 
Bone N soul howling in stone.
We are the strong that out lie the wrong.
They are the one
The coming son 
The spoor of the Immaculate, ejaculate, and bombastic!
We can see...

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