Long Bacchanal Poems

Greetings to those who would willingly seek admission to theater of the absurd. Zoltan Goliath and Otis Trench are masters of the avant-garde genre silent musicals for the imaginary stage, an art form sui generis....

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                      I
 Remember when days were long
   and all de children do...

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I can't sleep.
Or, I can
and did
for three hours
but I continue waking
into a Stephen King nightmare
too real to ignore
because I feel isolated
in this quagmire
of hopeless history.

In this my collective nightmare,
President Trump goes to Saudi Arabia
like Mr....

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  Oh, to be in Trinidad
when the hot scented currents flow,
  from East Dry River to Nariva 
chaconia and silk cotton tree grow.
  Where reaching palms whisper
across island reef and coconut lagoon,
...

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On a dare
        full well knowing its reputation
                    ...

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On another Thames River,
with steady rural New England flow
toward Long Island's warming Sound
then on and out toward whispering drowned memories
of Atlantis,
slumbering on eastern bank,
surrounded by Pequot Elder spirit grounds,
ruined medicine's monolithic altars
worshiping insanely labyrinthine proportion,
crumbling...

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Goose and purple i saw it strung up in a window in chicago
I saw factories written in your eyelashes and hair and industrialization vomited 
Limp and edible bruised and calling
Geese sing every morning and they...

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I thought these white words like seering light
That jived my brain with alien meanings
To my pain were scandalously gone
I thought I would have to find a way to speak
Using silence as my native tongue
While I...

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Behind the curtains of this smile, are freshly sewed wounds;
Rich yarns finely whipped by the Armageddon; 
Each touch turned colder, from philosophy of ashes to ashes;
Each an ongoing curse, of every memory of Attila the...

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2006 Fifa World Cup, ah jump and celebrate Trinidad in it
But yuh know de saying, after joy is sorrow sh…..t
Yeah boy, all skin teeth eh laugh
Trinidadians like too much bacchanal

Band yuh belly or just eat...

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Strange dreams last night
include gathering enthusiastic consumers
to shepherd and possibly own
cheaply decaying properties,
ghettoes of hopelessness,
ungodliness.

And, later,
an all male bacchanal
of real estate agents,
toned agencies for commercial acquisition,
surrounded by witnessing properties
of no sensory interest 
to any realtime...

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Need my first thing in the morning cuppa tea 
bladder’s screaming ‘how long can I hold this pee?
but I am waiting for a darned online delivery

App says 8 more stops, so I know he’s getting...

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House Upon a Rock


Have no fear, I am here, on this block
Promise to build my house upon a rock
Like a picture or a mirror on a wall
I am standing there looking tall

Standing behind this door
As...

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THE MEADOW

Spread
Neath umbilical sky
On nutrient Earth
She stands alone this noon

Surrounding woods
Mountains
Distant structures
Seem to encase the lush green plot
Have taken on a sunny sheen

Then there is this peaceful babbling brook  
    ...

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Escape with me.

Go forth from all your glorious hold
upon the hollow earth, that churning
vessel filled with pliant clay you seize
to build a higher day, a paragraph
of history your own, an immortality
that someone else may understand.

Your...

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Edamus et bibamus ...
          Today is a general party ...
          Hellish turmoil, subside,
    ...

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The slurry flows with diligence
from the troths of complacency
fed by noble gravity to plummet
in pools of needless flesh discarded.

No deity commands such diligence
within this moribund dance of death
since platitudes of human thought
form these adept doctrines...

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You should have heard the steaming riot
Of the village carnival
The beating pans, the conversing griot
And the boys bright bacchanal
You do not know what relief the moment give
To a village's quiet life, the hope
For a hero's...

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A fickle pickle occurs when a barytic agent is introduced. Moving onward to eat one of the tainted fruits, the result is shameless drunken bacchanal behavior.  Vomiting may produce sintered clumps. Extralinguistic speech may...

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