Long Atomized Poems

Harriet Harris, née Kuritsky gave up the ghost...

~ May fourth, 2005
wedded bliss nearly fifty years
half a century almost
me not most favorite grown offspring,
she (when alive) did boast,
about youngest sister and her family,
unlike me – severely...

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Harriet Harris, née Kuritsky gave up the ghost ~ May 4th, 2004

Often these days
(closing in on the eighth
anniversary of eighth orbit
around mister sun),
the following genuine sentiment
Matthew Scott Harris
doth wish to share 
how one and only...

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Mother dearest Harriet Harris, née Kuritsky gave up the ghost ~ May 4th, 2004

Often these days
(early May 2021)
the following genuine sentiment
Matthew Scott Harris
doth wish to share one son,
cuz seventeen years after mother succumbed
courtesy of terminal...

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Harriet Harris, née Kuritsky gave up the ghost ~ May 4th, 2004

Often these days
the following genuine sentiment
Matthew Scott Harris
doth wish to share one son,
cuz fifteen years after mother succumbed
courtesy of terminal illness

I still reckon how...

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Ooh a scented grape graphic. Now that's wisdom. Contained a logical pattern in a juice cup. Heron haven heaping. Wisdomstic of a Judas flaw. Consealed in Sanskrit. Heavenly heaping cream on a very large bun....

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EarthTribe lives with
by
for
as cooperative integrity,
Yin-root of Yang
compassioning filled-up mind,
metaphysical spacetime's place,
polyculturing home.

EarthTribe's chronic issue
with and from
stimulating and responding
causing and effecting
winning and losing
dialectal behavior's therapeutic intent,
silently implied assumption
of primally inclusive Gaian HypoThesis.

From how far back in...

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Cj-you asked for it and now you got it  
GOING APE OVER AN APRON     
I was just sitting around scratching my head
Wondering why it was that you said goodbye
I was...

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I see a contradiction that
grows clearer with each passing day,
once I think we all one know,
once saw as just part of the game,
a dynamic state of tension
that we should hope is not resolved,
for that be...

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so two deviant demented souls decided to fill a van with fertilizer and magically and tragically turn that mini-van into a mighty bomb, park it near a a building housing human beings and suddenly a...

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The span interminable aeonia
glitter
stealthy as if in moonlight
blue to silverware
the grass sequester

Tip toes the indistinct
circumstance
summoning prescient
a moment
from a moment
tethers a heart to immolation 
virtuoso in instincts
inspiration

Her passage lay silken summer flower heads
misty ephemeral on enchanted...

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fragments of shelter in ruins

          minute reminders of cover

                 ...

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^b^
Gleaned in the Smokey Mountains

A splash of white paint, just where you sleep
that's what the Wise-blood Naomi advised.
I remember her hair so thin it looked
	like ham gravy running down her forehead.
"No need for Passover blood....

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...I think the counterbalance is
our craving for community,
and not the local government,
no, the things we enter freely.
I’m talking about your neighbors,
your churches and your civic clubs,
things we build in the private space,
where you hang out...

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I'm sick, I'm tired,
I've had enough.....
of "truth" and of lies....
I've been poked, prodded,
tested and bested,
festered, rested,
sequestered, requested,
wester'd, vested,
pestered, wrested....
and once, nearly arrested....
I've been analyzed,
crystallized, mesmerized,
pulverized, traumatized
criticized, idolized,
poked in the eyes,,
I've baked bad pies,
rid of flies,
immortalized,...

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I know. I have left you
With your worst enemy: your own.
I am only keeping what I’ve unlearnt
Throughout your education of me:
The enchantment of dialogic desire
And the near perfection of shared intimacy.
In this furnished house of...

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She was the woman,
That I did so adore,
What a surprise,
To find out, she was 
But a whore...

Crushed? No....
Atomized...
Vaporized..
Those were such
Lying eyes...

I stumbled into
A real world,
One I did not like...
In tatters was my self-image,
When my love...

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Herman heard me,
The howl of a nation.
Scourged! I was usurped,
And I was atomized!
Toivo came, a solemn tide 
He contrived the paradiddle 
That led to my autonomy. 
Toivo, the inexorable current 
That ringed a contrasting atoll....

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Humans are a social species, the men
in white coats, whom we have been
taught to trust, persuade us. Mr. President
mills about, run-of-the-mill
if you will, running the mill of the party,
the gathering. The women, like bushels
in their...

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The sky was an iron skillet
To heaven it crept and filled it
Swallowed the color from every eye
An iron skillet was the sky

The earth no glint of morning touched
Fields swept black, the horizon crushed
To dawn the...

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Socialize your piety
Whilst still capitalizing on figurines
Maximum bust on trophy shelf
Doing it all in cutthroat seas

Wandering in lucid dreams
Charging up energy to believe
Now out on dottted lines
Where traffic does confine
Minds strapped against time

Look around towards...

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RISE ...


breathless, calm ...

     I face the morn ... possibility

          mists crawl 'neath gangling willows

       ...

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The gate made me rush,
my destination was plunder.

I saw them jeopardizing themselves,
helping others.

Unselfish concern for other people,
in the face of scarcity, risky, 
without any reward.

Prosocial behavior, 
born with a natural tendency,
helping others, forefront of thoughts.

Neural...

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