Long Airbrushed Poems

Once upon a silent summer eve, 
as fine vermilion lines, 
between bleeding moonlight, 
swiftly sailed across
  my darkness and I, 
sakura springs sang 
 dulcet melodies of 
  a deathless devotion, 
incised within...

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                Aspirations are a...

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the serene people whose ease of manner
once made him yearn and confabulate
are laughable cartoonish and piteous now
could have been much worse he said
as his last breath left his scarred throat
feral hand closing his own eyes
St....

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Echoes


Every morning a man is seen to climb upon a hill

His mission there to bare witness 
To the suns flooding as she rises 
Her painted fires airbrushed dawning through the skies
He stands alone upon the...

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When nylon nights
trade crystal colours 
in the stalls of nimble 
butterfly wings, 
I blossom as an 
irenic origami 
fervently fabricated 
with snowflakes of 
greedy gloom, 
stealing royal violets 
from the smokey estuaries 
flowing beneath the...

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not having a chance to get their own birth
perfect
(having had no say in the matter), the perfectionist is thrown into the world,
where chaos reigns---
and the primary caregiver who showed up for the
job
(providing one was lucky...

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look away
look away
when confronted with someone old &
pick the age at which someone becomes
unworthy of the same
cultural pulse
in which you find yourself beating,
for here in america,
the old are thrown to the side &
left to fend...

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as america’s gluttons gear up for a day of
mass stuffing of the face
to celebrate the 
genocide of native-americans in this country
one can’t help but find the dual-speak 
concerning the 
need to be
t
h
i
n
n
e
r
to be a humorous...

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Just Before Curtain Up

Oh Yes! My career!.. It's behind me.
And the bright lights I’d worked so hard for
Now they’ve airbrushed my face
That looks so out of place
On that poster they’ve stuck to my door.

My name...

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he fell in love with a screen actress---
wasn’t when he was younger,
when horny lads will be horny lads,
when ****ing anyone who walks is the
24/7, 7 days a week, 52 weeks a year,
obligatory 
occupation
(thanks to the...

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Slow motion agonised gravel crunch

Picks and flicks sharp stones under tyres

Glinted handle clicked forward introduces

Arresting view of her beauty polished 

Soft and ready, yet bristled. This is her day 

Ivory plumes escape cancels rear wheel...

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She sits in a makeup prison of her own choosing,
mirroring her daytime as a domicile prima donna star
Always craving the wrong kind of attention,
refrigerated happiness is a guilty pleasure given
There’s always plenty of cash and...

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I see beneath your outer side 
of toughened nails immune to hurt
where downy nature still descry 
the empathy for which you thirst

Brave you face each day uproarious 
your smile seldom giving way
through work bent down...

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know
deep inside
within your very innermost being that
you need 
corrections,
for all the world outside screams at itself that it needs to be better, faster, quicker, 
number &
full of more ways to
profit
profit 
profit
before all else.

see the image...

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Out of sight ... out of mind
That which my eyes cannot see
Is just an impression, a replica, a photocopy
Filed away in the vast expanse of mnemonic space
Drifting through grey matter
Losing more of itself along the...

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Women in business suits, women in jeans,
Women who like it on top,
Silver-plated women, just another pretty face,
Barefoot women aching for a carnal embrace.
 
Long legs, lean thighs,
Snappy ass, seductive eyes.
 
Women in summertime, women in...

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For turning my eyes into shallow Pacific blues,
because nobody likes Chocolate. 

For transforming the freckled clusterbomb on my face,
into baby skin smoothness!

Because freckles are humanity’s alleged worst enemy
and I refuse to allow my self-confidence to...

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My heart seeks the smoky quartz sage within you, in secret,
like a solitary star adrift in the whimsical wilderness.
For I remember your voice, that manifested mellifluous musicality,
nurturing vain verses to thrive like lavender-incensed lilies,
glowing with...

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The hovering mother is never quite out of sight.
She hovers morning, midday, noon, and night
Darting from tree to tree, she’d fervently hide,
Or at the back of a bus, when they took a ride.
Looking for ways,...

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Looking herself in the mirror. 
She is not thin, air brushed, or photoshopped
Magazines show real beauty
She cries at what she will never be.
She sees a frumpy, average girl. 
She is young, vibrant, sweet-
  ...

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would you want it if it was perfect?
if the prize held no surprise
if the fabric stretched without wrinkles
without flaws or pills or mars
when you hold it up for inspection 
you discover interwoven golden threads
while light...

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Strokes of eloquence
breathe airbrushed scenes
painting my world in linguistic dreams

How tasteless bland these buds would be
If phrased thy love were unspoken to me
like honey barren of sweetened flavor
a silent, save-less savior

In awe
giving pause
grant witness your...

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A  Universe of Love 

              Beyond in an endless distant,
           ...

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Drain the bad excuse I've made for my pupils
they know not what they see

Choices are made
villains are created in a workshop of walking hammers
cherished torture tools belong in the first drawer
the one near the floor

Same...

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From the  crispness of morning  to dusk 
when all boughs sashay to unfurl,
deepening the fragrance of airbrushed woods…
she will bask in  her own pleasure
on a carriage of  larkspurs , jays ...

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