Long Bellum Poems

“ANTE BELLUM”


BEIGEBest served where it can’t be seen
On Stirling Silver platters
With redruM narcotics
Delivered by sharp Blood-Red
Well-mannered talons
Strutting in sleek wet rolling tight-skirted
Long French Silk Stockinged legs all the way down to 
Lethal Six Inch stilettos...

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Ford's Theater, April 15th, 1865...
Petersen House, Washington, D.C.

I admit to own a passion
for the Civil War in general,
and the life and death of
the sixteenth president in particular
between a hard spot of whiskey
and draughts of arrack;
nonetheless...

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I've got something wrapped 
around my finger
It's to remember my phones tapped
and to be wary of the stranger wanting only to linger

I've got a penny
for my thoughts
It's for the boatman
when they silence my opposing thoughts

I...

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In this rainy coldness of a night
I am drained and dry like a hanging Bacalao.
I hope it comes to pass!
As cant as I am - broken as a rib
As grey as ash is - as...

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1. De Dualitate

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(Mary Custis was the wife of Robert E. Lee.
Union forces captured her ante-bellum
mansion in what is now Arlington Cemetery
and defiled it, because it was the only thing
of Lee's they could get their hands on.)


Suppose you...

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Arm deals and more arm deals, that's all I see.

Calibres change, the type of artillery

Changes, the game players grey and go and

Are replaced by darker capillary

With greater thirst for bleeding enemy

And with more dangerous artillery.

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"Species Nova" 

A letter from Horace
today, I read, 
he sends his ample
split dichotomy 

he’s a writer with 
novel ambitions 
to shake the world 
of reality up a little

make his mark 
he will be read 
poets...

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I hold sons in my belly, rotten flesh to sate
Dun bricks scattered crumbs arouse
Scorched meat, the scent, an irresistible bait
Peeling, putrid, mangled: a pleasant browse
Clean, gleaming, skin stretched insidious
Over me. Etched names with tired pens
On...

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words, words, words
thrown at the wall for naught
clever syntax catchy rhyme scheme
hapless cadence letters caught

grappl'd with a muse
dusty finger crackled keys 
a screen fills up with empty
prostrate mindflow webbing knees

staring at resistance
heart cold hunter pupil...

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FLAGELLUM
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