Long Abrasively Poems

"Open Oceans"



Kneeling on pearls
wisdom preys

praying
preying

hungry hearts
count the days 

wasting away
in all that preying 

for prayers 
to be answered

children become
strangers

reading 
strange words

finding 
themselves puzzled

genuflecting to a deity
they do not know, nor wish to

fumbling
mouths closed,

swallowed hole
in the...

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I wish I didn't suck at telling her how overwhelmingly strong I feel
I wish sometimes I wasn't so blunt, offensive, and abrasively real
I wish I knew the words to secure her entire weary heart
I wish...

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I never got why you always
Ate the red pink color out 
The Sherbet ice cream

It was like excavation
How you removed all the cherry
Without even affecting the other colors

Leaving the orange and the vanilla
Neatly for others
Who...

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This sinner here --Michelle--
learned at St. Peter Chanel
there's no point to rebel
Life without God is Hell

Not just a state of mind
also an afterlife confined
to weep, & teeth-grind
all happiness -- behind

It would NOT be fun--
not "a...

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There I was.

Inside a crowded Toys R Us
On a mid-Winter’s evening

Abrasively loud 5 year olds
And depressed fathers
Ready to throw their “angelic” brethren
Into life-size Nerf basketball hoop
(Because it was on Clearance)
To embrace sanity’s madness

I was simply...

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shivering teeth the ceiling’s descent,
the drunken spongy borders of
dim imagined soggy pulsing
images in foggy spots,
exhalation and the sound of exhalation,
sense as the center of dampening paper
surrounded by our soft cocooning breath.
the shrieks are streaked across...

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How could he be so cold with the raging lightning striking through his aluminum lines? 

His synthetic skin made of wax, glass, and fibrous mass has more than an eternity brushed abrasively against my own....

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Embittered lime slices, that were cut abrasively-
making cutting knife rasp with pain endlessly,
is left of a heart wrung in dry and high on the shores
of love sea that is  still tossing in lunar ecstacy,
wound...

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As the bus rode 
through the molting pine forest and
the crumbling ochre rock formations;
bits of colorful cellophane litter brought the only relief to the eye.

Inside, behind a profusion of people,
boxes, backpacks and assorted baggage
babies slept.

The...

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