Long Anteroom Poems

We carry our phones now.
We call them I-phones.
Not sure if this is because we are Internet-aware
Or simply I’s instead of We’s now.
It’s time to exchange mine for a newer model;
Happens every two years.
How many contacts...

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I see the space between
Earth and Heaven
Maya and Brahman
As bubble film
I will metastasize through it
And become light

I am in an anteroom with God, He says
Oh the things that man could do with an orchestra
As much...

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When I exchange phones, I have to leave my new phone and my old phone in the Sprint store for about four hours, because this is how long it takes to upload my 1734 phone...

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Cars raced passed, 
As I patiently waited, 
Nervously filled with distrust. 
At a crossing where safe crossing, 
Is now indicated, 
This courier of fortunes 
Not yet out of luck. 
  
I pick up my...

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ICE         NINE

The sourceling of anti-matter,
morphed in, a slithering form.
From Darkness's anteroom chamber-
The wormhole, in escape-
The place where disobedience was born.
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staircase,...

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If I were a thief who would I rob first?
Would I run to the rich houses?
What would be the point?
They would grab me and throw me in the pokey 
Before I broke their windows.

So would...

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The last Soldier
 From the narrow back streets in a town of conflict came 
A whispering, the great man has finally died and muted 
Voices grew lauder till old buildings shook and dogs howled 
Imitating...

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Their elan and their eclat only made my ennui bloom
It made me long, made me yearn for the womb or tomb

When given carte blanche by the dilettante masses
I found my creative spirit to be lacking...

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How small I have become
to linger too long in territory 
I can not withstand 

Tiny whispers spread 
like an eagle's fan 
across mounting skies that ignite  
beckon calls to retreat
to more familiar land

I've crossed...

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In the photograph before me,
stretched out to fit the screen,
the faces that smile out at us
are not what they would seem.


But each a silent witness 
of the pain that haunts the soul 
and each a...

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Star shoots at the mind
Hangs like earring in teared sky
Fissure on a hook

Shows fighting Spirit
Canvased vapor chandelier
Sighs expanse at hand

Liquid lightning pen
Diamond lined felt able craft
A brook of fable

Metamorphosis
Cocoon of endorphin sighing
Solidifies seal

Compassed Inn stable
Signature...

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