Long Accoutrement Poems

upon contemplating how to access 
   a lapsed half century woolworth 
   didst weigh more'n five and dime 
   afore i hove up existential ante
bell and clapper journeys 
...

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THE POET’S FIRE: HER PERFUME SETS THE MOOD

she applied liberally
onto her pulse points,
a flame singed her skin

the spray perfumed the air
and she danced in its rain

she brushed her hair, charming
the mirror, turning it red,
as it...

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SAY CHEESE

A block of blue with some scrumptious salad veins.
White american melted over my toasted hot philly
and wizz creatively squirted on crackers entertain.
Stinky limburger a treat — a clothespin-nose silly.

Shredded, sliced or block —
I’ll hide...

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All right, I admit it.
It's hopeless, and I have no shame.
Fact is that I may say what ever I wish,
listen back without a reddened countenance,
shed all compunction, even modesty
if my accoutrement begins to interfere.

Yes, I...

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Cinnabar sentinels stand swaying in the mist of morning
through whispered hush and gentle breeze, like jewels , the leaves adorning.

Cool the streams in cresting waves float laurel barques of prizm hues,
washed past bulrush and fading...

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