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Behind the Eternal Fringes

The unpopular 
express 
their popular strings
to the garrison, contained
within 
safe boundaries, there,
their thoughts 
pirouetting words 
hung, 
the black beetles 
shine 
like exotic 
fresh water 
pearls strung 
waving like 
green peas shelled 
nonchalantly cast 
into boiling pots 
not of their own making 
in the soup of 
the fifth estate 
boiled well,
swallowed 
and regurgitated,
muses

the pods left wide

Categories: fringes, muse,
Form: Free verse

Sentimentality

… is a drunkard
Swilling vintage regret,
Tears falling for undared dreams, 
Anger spewing over unrequited love.

… is endless replays of yesterdays
With circular insightful wisdom 
As likely to reverse life’s ills
As scrubbing dirt off hills.

… is stolen joy in the gloom
Of memory’s moldy greenhouse
Where fancied success blooms, hiding
Mocking hyenas and nightmare roaches.

… is a pustulated soul 
Hunkering

Categories: fringes, dark, depression, dream, emotions,
Form: Free verse

Fringes

Nobody ever listens,
so I stopped talking at all;
Fading to invisible,
but oddly comfortable;
Reached out, nobody was there;
Left on the fringes of thought;
Silence revealed what was real.

Categories: fringes, emotions, feelings,
Form: Free verse

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Out On the Fringes

Time is of the essence, when I get my hair cut, 
Impatiently waiting in turn, gives me dandruff,
Barber’s damn slow, chatting, making small talk
Oh hurry up man, I’m in need of a new Mohawk 

Three more ahead of me, staring at the walls, 
At least two of them, already suspiciously bald 
But the other one,

Categories: fringes, christian, hair, humorous,
Form: Rhyme

On the Fringes

Where am I in you?

Am I just sitting on the
  edges of your mind,
Easily flicked away
  when you haven't the time?

Am I just a peripheral vision?
A perimeter friend?

Do you just glance through my glass
                 quickly,

Categories: fringes, desire, how i feel,
Form: Free verse

Death On the Fringes

The older I get
  the louder the Muse does parade

The shorter the moment
  the deeper her message invades

The older I get
  distant voices filter and fade

With death on the fringes
  —all focus recentered and staged 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)

Categories: fringes, death, muse, truth,
Form: Rhyme

Fringes of Soporific Syringes

Arrange to challenge fringes of soporific syringes
Range not to derange organized order
Singe not, whinge not on top of hinges
Binge not, cringe not and wreak not disorder.

Range not to derange organized order
Read but don’t misread signs of torrid times
Binge not, cringe not and wreak not disorder
Lest you should brood and groom uncomfortable climbs.

Read but don’t misread

Categories: fringes, poems,
Form: Pantoum

On the Fringes

In the 60’s, I would binge
On anything that sported fringe.
My leather jacket decked with beads
Had fringe that such a jacket needs.

My brown suede belt I wore down low
To hug my hips (the status quo)
Had fringe that anyone would crave.
(I wish that one I’d thought to save!)

I have one fringe-y sweater now.
Designers seem to disavow
This style,

Categories: fringes, clothes,
Form: Rhyme