Long Alleyway Poems

The Gospel according to The Bluesman
Gianni watched the clouds move in
Closed his window for the rain
It was spring and that meant
That it was gonna storm again

He looked out at the street outside
He saw a man...

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I saw how martyrs longed for love, and so began the play of my flitting heart
A strange girl had I become, with airs of fickle dream,
My heart an embodiment of wonder to all that dared...

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The past scampers out of view. 
Like the paw prints of a cat running to the bush.
The wheel of time follows no straight line.
As we sometimes trace back over the lines.
In the recesses of our...

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I

 
Take out the caked grimy faucet plug

Let those unseen crawlies dive and duck

                     ...

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The Rulers wield their silver shields,
             wear golden coronets
while warders guard the prison yard,
         ...

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I had my plan memorized, 
and I picked the right time.
I walked into the bank 
when there was no line.
I walked up to the teller 
and presented a note.
She hadn’t lived my life, 
you see,...

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I
The beggar outside the supermarket
You swore was picked up later
In a flashy car
Sat there in the sun for 8 hours
While you pissed & moaned
All the way home
To your bookless
Mausoleum 
With a chlorinated pool
Where one day...

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The wails that disturb very few in their bed
Reach only the ears of the psychic… or dead

                  ...

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There were images the grey man could not see 
Did not want to see, in all probability

Walking by the glass doors and windows of modern stores
No warmth of being within their cold crisp alloy frames
Where...

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I am a pandora's box.

Let loose upon an unsuspecting society.
Once my night life begins,
complications arise.

Let me pen an example.
Keep in mind, it was not my fault.
well, not entirely.

I awoke in my usual good humor. ...

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Diane, a Christian University student, was visiting
some hometown friends while on a summer vacation
from College.
  She was catching up on all the stories her girlfriends
and she wanted to share with each other.
  ...

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Let me tell you, about fear . . . 

      I was laying on my bed when I sensed a foreboding,
and saw the flash of a huge, sharp knife moving...

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Well, get up on time,
See your days pass by.
Don’t ask questions,
To leaders of suppression.
Cause court is in session.
Obey this do that,
When you go out,
Don't wear hood or hat.

Ah, eat more Tyson food
City gave us a...

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God Has No Clothes 
Man’s mind meanders among the stars endless.
Who, what, where, when and how, our questions are relentless.
No infinity is too far to see, no space too small, or pointless to be.
Our curiosity...

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Softly uttered, beneath cold biting mist, 
footfalls muffled through stifling drifts, empty sidwalks embrace noone,
Frost heavily pluming, clinging on each sigh
In night's brazen stillness, beneath eerie lamp glow waning,
When dawn's long in coming, and all...

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A man with no more than a hole in his pocket 
The clothes on his back and a picture in a locket
Propped up some cardboard in a dim alleyway
When a stranger came up with something...

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As I stared out my project window into the streets were the predators never 
seemed to sleep and the dope heads that kept the neighbors in the private homes on 
pins and needles as they...

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A woman digs 
inside the trash to 
find some food to 
eat, it's obvious her 
day to day is lived 
amongst the streets,

her clothes are 
nothing more than 
tattered rags; I truly 
see, that people...

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A woman digs inside the trash to find some food to 
eat, it's obvious her day to day is lived amongst the 
streets,

her clothes are nothing more than tattered rags; I 
truly see, that people...

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The Cross 
 They took him from the crowd apart and nailed HIM both hands and feet unto the 
instrument of torture the...

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I was walking no particular direction
One ordinary day
On my regular path
Mulling over my sticks and stones
Charms and dolls
When I saw a familiar door
Fresh painted colors on letters that were  there before
It read “we all...

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There’s a burning yen nomadic deep within entrenched,
to absorb fresh environments ambrosial on foot,
where incidental hue or august colour wash abound,
or that March bloom tantalising shady patch,
with its dreamlike mystic wide-flung allure,
some blue pigment dawn...

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To: Maya Angelou 

From: Tony Angelo  

In the city a chisel across the grain?, like a concrete heartbeat under my feet, I heard her voice, Maya, like warm a river flowing off the cracked...

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Better to never touch than never be able to let go
Suppose that’s how it works, but how would he know?
He slowly lifts up his head and opens his eyes
To see there’s no life left to...

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My blimp is on the fritz again
The hovercraft just popped
I surely cannot take the car
That’s jacked up in the shop

The bus won’t come out to my house
There’s no train tracks nearby
But I must make it...

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