Long Abutting Poems

Unique
Hi An Cest Or,
Have you heard of the mediator?

       An Cest Or
Of course, unique, 
He's the mender of techniques.

         Unique
Did you...

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one day as a boy, I went down to the sea
clambered o'er rocks way out to the bluff
stopping to search in a tide pool for shells
senses awakened by strong, briny smells
warming, the zephyr was gentle...

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Volition, orientation familiarization aahing
and oohing within restrictive paradigm molding
inviolable honorable gentility -
flagrantly, desirously, clearly boyz abandoning
willfully skirting, panting (heavily)
forfeiting abominably, (no Joe King) abiding

chomping at bit, damning delineated, or obscure
parameters, between one acceding
Earthlinked selfish living
psychosexual...

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The ones who would soak 
the mother who drowned 
her children in serpentine
seas never floated a child. 

When splashed amongst 
the horror-stricken, 
we too feign revulsion. 
Evoke higher powers and
baptismal pools: the fluidity
in the womb....

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Commotion in and out of seasons
Opening of ancient doors, both with
Nuances and ignorance that birthed
Guilt and sorrow, both in latter and former days
Reverence to self-adjustments in doing what is within reach,
Ambient in thumbing up and...

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“Who was The Man in Black Checkered Pants?” my parents have asked from time to time. 
They recall with curiosity about my childish and surely exaggerated fear of this figure in my mind. 
I feared...

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(Land that doth marry mother lode 
of sublime earthen land and sea).
 
Age of exploration 
   ushered cruel fate 
   against “red” men living 
   in bliss by agents

...

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outside
inventoried oval-stoned
cathedrals appealing
chiming crimes of passion
woke citronella
fog
hung in cement-hamocked snowdrifts
cloaked slow on slick-stained windowsides
tenement sheets
with the pomegranate notes
of rhythms unrhymed
   while all the uptown laundromarts
rising up
from insomniac-scrambled sidewalks
corked-copper moon tumbling earthward
like a sweet
sweatshredded...

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NEW YORK-STYLE HUNGARIAN STEW

In the darkest corner of her living room, 
she waits to eat. A stone’s throw away, 
her ex lives with their kids, his goulash 
wafting reek into her open windows. 

Through the...

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The Jackal's line of demarcation ye souls' furlough for interim...
Today, cockcrows perturb in a gala thrice for thee quiescent stay,
God's Park of Ephemera, sashays the daggled the minder harks,
a chest not in to rest, of...

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They may whisper and jeer behind my back,
Coz they stand no chance abutting my way
They may even write long letters and hip upon rack
I’m sure you might have been convinced in a way
But aren’t you...

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The end, or beginning
of the strip mall starts
at the Subway Subs
a set aside frontage overlooked
by bushes and idling traffic.

Further along, the ephemeral
Pop-up Party Shop; 
when not ‘up’
that commercial space 
sells T-shirts 
a print for printing...

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Royal blue sky scattered sapphire clouds
On horizon embroidered in navy blue attire
Summoned by the onset of marigold sun 
Emitting amber gold on tuscan yellow fire
Where tapestry of fluffy lavender floats
Decorating patterns of designs periwinkle 

Mosaic...

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Can you connect the gaps 
With me, nonetheless? 
Will you spread yourself thin, 
For the few and far between? 

Fill the crevices 
No matter how deep 
Bridge the chasms 
Even if its jagged at the...

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Unsmiling gray wisp fingers drift and bore 
A helical ridge around the vast sky; 
Down abutting poignant horizon floor. 
Alga blooms a huffy infectious cry. 

A tree hollow bears nestling hanging high.
Lively songbird-swallows touched by...

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A Place in the Country

By Elton Camp

I finally got tired of living on a tiny lot in the city
With the woods and open land, to stay was a pity
So I bought a cabin located on...

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A dog and a frog
(with the names of Bull)
sit on a log
abutting a synagogue
drinking eggnog
until they are full
Suddenly agog
(by a fog in their bog
that makes them slog
like a cog
when they jog)
begin a dialogue
with a demagogue...

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