Best Unnamable Poems

I. Noise in an empty hallway:
My old leather shoes protest as I hurry down the linoleum tiles
Like I'm wearing a little piece of history older than I am.

II. Headlights on a dark road:
Speeding down narrow country roads
windows rolled down and Autumn wind rushing through the...

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As a boy
I explored shallow river beds.
I carried home in a jar unnamed water-bugs,
minnows, tadpoles and
little frogs that glowed yellow
when the sunlight swam in the creek.
Now the sun comes to my window,
sheds streams of light
to carry me back
to where shallow waters sing
of all unnamable things....

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Upon a time, not so long ago
I saw these things, and locked them away 
In the treasure room of my memory:

One sunset, Apocalyptic in its brilliance;
Clouds of opal shimmering,
Flying across a sapphire sea.

The white ruins of an ancient city.
Once home to a great and proud...

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Once upon a midnight otherworldly
My metaphysical, I could not awaken
Eagerly I looked for the literal
Through which came thrilling, thrilling, thrilling
The absurdist seemed happy instilling
The caring caring cultivating
The haunting never contemplating
Take thy evocation from out my heart
I crave the unfathomable, unnamable unworldliness
Suddenly, I heard some disciplining
Ah,...

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He makes a cradle with his arms 
for the pup to sprawl in
and languidly lets his swarthy body
sag in the rocking chair.

Something about him smacks
of black magic; maybe his eyes.
Sometimes, like an impenetrable 
wall of darkness, they could almost
physically force you to step back 
in...

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The sun has centered me
into a fascinating glare,
humble reason
amongst simple people
no to be misplaced.

They carry a hidden regret,
that constant abstraction	
makes them survive
the unnamable decline,
those empty sentences devoid of meaning.  

Here I come into the rain
cast into a slander,
clusters of tiny colorful figures 
hastily are...

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Here at the heart of the darkest day 
Darkest light at noonday and midnight 
The shadows show the holes to a different realm 

A different reality, negative images of creation 
The opposite of light, the reverse of night, positive to negative 
Light from the other...

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I was sitting in a church filled with light and beauty 
listening to an organist as he gently fused my soul 
Even the flowers on the alter seemed to be entranced
in this ethereal place where hardened hearts erase ; 
And as I offered prayers to...

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jenny & johnny
(two hetero-swingers)
were enjoying the sunrise for their first time
with swirling rays of blissful first contact,
animalistic scents filling one another’s nostrils 
(faces all stuffed up in each other’s prospective 
cooch & coin purse)
with nectars secreting from each onto
each---
licking, groping, sticking & swapping away like
teenage...

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It could be seen in the rough surf 
Marco and Laura traveling towards French style turf 
Touring the gulf 
Showing the teeth of an angry wolf 
Winds swirling 
Waves curling 
Water hurling 
Like a southern gent 
Dealing with egotistical celebrity resent 
Putting up a TNT...

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(“The Search For Unnamable Things Merit Badge”, 2011, original oil)

A Great Unknown

I figure there are just a handful or two
Of friends and family who really know me
But last night in a dream a roommate told me 
He didn’t know me well
And it made me wonder,
If...

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Huge life like mockup 
rigged up to bark
dare buzzfeed outsize monstrosity
diet coke, McDonald's and meatloaf
pet banality, execrable, and misogynistic words
greets visitors at formerly named
Mosquito State Park forever known as
Donald Trump State Park.

Whom so e'er decreed demise
of terrible lizard beasts aye
moost upend long entrenched theory,
and bid...

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...dead mice thus far do gnaw, splintered mirrors
neck and rubber yet with scant regret.
Ropes both for hanging and climbing, good grief,
bad love, honey-do-dew in a salty brew.

In my closet, pockets unpacking pockets, 
string bags under closed eyes,
eulogies for the living etched on wet lips and
kitchen...

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Upon a time not so long ago
I saw these things, and locked them away,
Treasures in memory's secret stores:

A sunrise of Apocalyptic brilliance,
Clouds of opal strewn
Above a sapphire sea.

White ruins of an ancient city,
Once home to a great people,
Now settled to silence, the only footprints in...

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Weave together twine, yarn, and natural hemp ropes. 
Tie 9 knots after you've braided and blasphemated 9 popes. 
Do this accordingly to restrain all within this bind. 
All while chanting hypnotic vibrations formed in the mind. 
Soon you will discover that this works and it...

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