Long Baseline Poems

The organic building of a coordinated artist
begins with reconstructing competitively clumsy LeftBrain technicians.

Whether learning to play the piano
or learning to communicate in some new language
or learning to adopt,
and/or adapt,
norms and nuances of some new cultural...

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"Backhand"



You have turned me
inside out, cut open
like a tennis ball
I used to beat backhand
along with the racket
hard against the garage wall

To make sense of it all
as a child, the grief stolen
all too swiftly and replaced...

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Instant individual redemption
from predative enculturation
is overly spiritualized,
under naturalized,
rightwing evangelical dogma
more likely found in empire-building
strong business-loyalty development texts
than multi-enculturing
re-connecting
re-ligioning nature/spirit scriptures.

If spiritual 
and capital redemption from baseline natural evils
is good news for individuals,
yet inapplicable to global...

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“Barking Up the Wrong Tree” 

ghost gums
shed their bark 
the min-min 
makes good use of it
papyrus, soft enough to 
imprint and write
thoughts, like the 
ripening welts of 
green ants 
small bites sting
subcutaneous and 
meridional, 
terra...

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Tonight the act of naming fell through the floor.
We speak permeable solids inflect’d by light.
Things move indistinctly: a pine palette floats
momentarily from semi truck’s bed, crosses
its body with windshield; ovidian shift from a
Forest to an...

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Mitchell: Good sirs, my word was fair. No discrepancy stains the pages of my ledger. The fifth tier is a sub-basement beneath the cellar floor of the temple’s vestibule. Any woman who is not tagged...

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Clandestine meeting between
the Orvatech Corp. and the Celestial Military Command
Date: 04.24.2258


General Avar, the High General: The third trial test run has been successfully
concluded. What are the recommendations, gentlemen.

Dr. Quintas, the lead scientist: The fifth generation...

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What if political parties
all over Earth
were invited together to sign a covenant
at a We The BiCameral People Party;

A covenant to never nominate or endorse or vote for a candidate for public office
without economic
and political
and environmental
and...

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detangling figurative philosophical,
     (i.e. ineffable) thread tightly bound
most likely requires a greater capacity
     (than mine) to expound,
considerably superior than
this feeble intellectual attempt,
     nonetheless...

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As an underdog given a short leash on life

alternately titled give one targeted scapegoat a break,
an unquenchable thirst for moolah before I wake
from nightmare of computer hackers. 

I tread upon the oblate spheroid
along the edge...

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Another Dream

Sounds of morning, fluid undertones, yet cacophonous; 
Rhythmic rustling of nearby trees form the baseline for tropical chaos. 
Each added layer draws me further into distraction.
I hear the shadowy neighbors breaking their silence, 
Attendant...

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Sounds of morning, fluid undertones, yet cacophonous;
Rhythmic rustling of nearby trees form the baseline for tropical chaos.
Each added layer draws me further into distraction.
I hear the shadowy neighbors breaking their silence,
Attendant to their morning chores.
A...

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They promised me, with a single mouse click,
 Quotes that will change my life forever
I asked myself; how do they measure change?
Do they know my baseline?
How do you measure forever?

Over the years, I have recorded...

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THE BIG 3
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
In the pantheon of rhyme, where legends intertwine,
Three emcees blaze trails, so divine.
Kendrick, Drake, & Cole, in that revered line,
Emcees crafting worlds, beyond the baseline.4

First, Kendrick Lamar, Compton’s lyrical son,
A poet, a...

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I hear things right side down
and bottom left side up
as I get older
so consider the source.

Anyway,
I hear Colchester Connecticut Democrats,
and some cross-registering Republicans,
want to establish
a multicultural health commission
concerned about military
and local police mercenaries
feeling discriminated against,
picked...

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LINES

We LINE up in traffic, or clear out the door, 
And there are BEELINES we make, to the seashore.
Get mad and we're "DRAWING A LINE IN THE SAND," 
He USES A LINE when he asks...

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Blank Page
Clean Slate

Untouched
Somewhat

Once Great
Tho Not So Great Enough

Back Again
Here I Am

Here Again
Unfinished

Tinkered
Tailored

Soldiered Too Fit
Sailors Despise

Redundance
Repitition

Without Point
Without Goal

Without Role
Without Cause

Without Baseline
Without Ship

We All Crash
We All Drown

Why Am I Here
Why Do I Seek Ground

What Is Rich
What Is...

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I miss the days when we could sit 
And stare at the screen for hours
The only problem wandering  in
Was chores... but that problem wasn’t ours

I miss the days when peace was the baseline
And troubled...

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Pablo...according to me (Part 1b, continuation/finish from Part 1a)

Re Pablo Picasso printmaking exhibition at Bellagio Hotel's Fine Art Gallery.

(7) Photo - PP's living room (by David Douglas Duncan), Summer '57, Villa La California Cannes
 ...

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Inspection report 
meeting went well
 met with him 
only at age six 

G P silver in the damage 
is shown her
 the news from the rear 
and as well as shown 
for the termite damage....

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Ted liked to ride the rodeo,
it made him feel alive inside,
but he never had that much luck
taking bulls on eight-second rides.
He wanted to reign like his friends,
take home some of the prize money,
so he doubled-down...

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There is something sacred
about sphincter natural functions,
slow milking
and fast plunging 
bilateral structures of Pleasure,
Nutrition,
Energy,

And warm wet 
spiritually dynamic
chakras
of bicameral heart
and mind
and root

Twitching,
opening to unwillingly close again
in anxiety, negatively,
and in anticipation of more,
positively wider,
deeper,
frictionless,
without dissonance,

Letting go,...

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As I flicker speedily through the channels on my TV screen,
I pause because a man now lifts and anvil twice my weight above his head,
Which begs the question:
What is strength? And who put Webster in...

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My memory is still clear from the sense of the morning.
The grass was damp and the fog was a thin mist trying
to disperse.Both teams were already on the field stretching
from baseline to baseline.The click clack...

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Falling in Love with a Writer is a Faulty Design
We see things that other females
don’t pay a tuppence to.
Like a half-burned cigarette tail,
Your osculation of deep, dense rouge—
A secret trusted only by two.
With our own...

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