Long Backroom Poems

Let me speak clearly with you
dear religious and atheist Trumpians,

A fool in executive office
is a leader
only in foolish directions.

A rich thief
is the worst thief
as survival motives
are absent,
so self-thrival motives
remain pick your pocket rampant.

An intellectual prostitute
to...

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Moe
Larry
Curly

Shep 
Joe

This Three-Fifth Stooges moron quartet
are brain-slow slugs you don’t wanna IQ know

Just sitting on a milk crate,
waiting outside of the MGM studio gate
Moe, Larry and Curly passed my way

They were yukking it up,
talking clown...

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Yellow is the color of the sun,
is it not?

It’s the same color as the Asian
valet corporate fella,
holding a Salvation Army red pot
Collecting inflated IPO fees 
at an illegal
dot.com parking lot

Always yielding to temptation,
is the armored...

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I'm listening to my least favorite inside voice
again
still reminding me in inconsistent Yang denial
of his own internal Yin belonging
to non-violently long for resolutions
toward a more PositivEnergy CoOperation.

This time
"I don't believe in No Gun Zones."

It does...

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“Let’s Ban War”

Have your ever thought
About banning war?
How much better we
All would be
If we just banned war?

So much more we could do.
We could buy food
And clothe the poor.

We could chase butterflies
Around in a Zoo.
Look at...

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Now the enemy is a vague foggy ghost
brought so readily and intimately to the forefront
those well-known unknown faceless pernicious enough
a hidden host in a wanted posters photograph
come they have to invade your homes
to run their...

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Hey Mr. President tell us don't we have the right
To question your authority when you send us off to fight?
Are we never to answer when we hear our brother's cry
And must we all be silent...

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Life these days is hard for any man
But not uncle Vinny, you see he’s in this gang,
He’s living a real good life
Got more money than the President and his wife,
With his fancy suits and his...

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Dueling Americans
love drawing blood from a distance
Crossing swords with their dogma guns ... 
a test of mettle:
Who will bow first
to the pressure building in their lungs
Bipedal zip-lip back-to-back walkers,
bivalve mollusk closed-minded talkers
Fifty paces then turn......

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*Image of Tony Dow by News.
AUDIO
VIDEO of 500 Miles by Peter, Paul & Mary

Take Care Wally Cleaver

Wally: Watch the hair!
My faculties are under arrest!
I have been subpoenaed by a Board of Inquiry!
Namely, Mr. & Mrs....

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Skipping thoughts across gelatin rings.
Into the reservoir of Lethologica
freezing-mirror- reflecting.
Nothings back to me.
What once was so lucid, liquid transfusive, a free flowing mainline of Offering, conducive to something.
A hopeful seminary seminar.
Priestly Dreams: Turned Cold:
WaxingColdOfPrisonOfShielding
Unseen:PulseStar Bard
Hands:Snatching...

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Seduced by the $ubtil $ound



Put your elephant ear to the ground,
and listen pachyderm carefully
Do you hear the err stampede sound ...
stimulus assisted thievery deed

There’s been a clandestine meeting
at the Guv’s backroom, ivory Oval table
Secret society...

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Elections in Oz
by Robert (Bob) Moore (C) 2016

We’ve got elections coming up, don’t know what to do
Cement Block Bill or Malc the Mouth, neither seems true blue
both parties full of backstabbers, don’t get the man...

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I just finished Face Timing with Sunny, one of Lisa and my roommates.
She’s an edgy half-a-laugh, and I can’t wait to see her in person.
Sunny’s a slipa and a seductive gadabout - this poem is...

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*This poem is sung to the music of Sade's seminal song, "Smooth Operator."


Intro:

He’s ranting with a spiteful hurl,
and taunting with a choler heart
Spewing crude statements, making lewd comments
He’s hated in seven languages
Zircon nights and silicon...

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Its like someone pressed Backspace I felt sidelined 
I was never involved cos I was always left behind
In Some backroom of a scientists lab for experiments 
I felt like slavery was upon me cos they...

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To run honorably, or not to run honorably--those are my options:
Whether ‘tis wiser in the main to malign
The lives and motives of my foes
Or to defend myself against their charges,
And by defending . . ....

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BET YOU DIDN’T KNOW
BEST OF TIMES WITH YOU HONEY

AS WE LAID TOGETHER SIDE BY SIDE LISTENING TO THE RAIN
YOU TOOK MY HAND, I TRUSTED YOU THOUGH I THOUGHT YOU WERE 
INSANE
THEN YOU ASKED IF I...

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Sixty years have passed.
No one knew how to spell its name.
No one knew when it first opened.
It was forever, like the infernal summer heat.
It stands indelible at the end of my street,
at the end of...

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The morning breeze 
whispers through window.
and a song plays in my head
again and again and again
while a new poem yet unmeasured stirs.

I ponder the many ways
to say love and affection.

My mind’s eye sees
glistening lakes and...

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METAMORPHOSE

In every party there is a parting
Plants an exception in every reception
To dilute every unwanted salute
At the same time device any vice
Then fill up my cup till it spill
No dismay if I don't have it...

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The day is conceived,
tossed bedsheets birth landscapes.

Apelike, a grin gawps.

In the backroom of a slow thought
I dress for breakfast -
recall the tropics,
sticky rice, coconut milk and
one huge river prawn,
all wrapped in a banana leaf.

Slipshod I...

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Suits
I started work in an office, wore a suit that was cheap 
and too small. They stuck me in a backroom that had 
mustard coloured walls and no sunlight.  
I sorted and filed bills...

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You’re reaching up to the stratosphere
But never guessed the regrets
What’s becoming crystal clear
The higher you go, the darker it gets

The pyramid of worldly power
Both before and after the flood
Human cruelty’s crimson tower
Of exploitation’s bodies and...

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There’s a lot of smoke
blowing out the backdoors
So many kitchens on fire ...
trapped aprons trying to get out
Smoke detectors are broke,
cries for help too long ignored
So many choking on forced desire ... 
sexual peccadillos baked...

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