Long Bic Poems

The Mojo Trick
Loch David Crane
June 1979

Sweat-sticky and hot! The P. I. is not
	a comfortable place to be;
but sit here and perspire (as though by the fire)
	and I'll tell a tale to thee.

I was coming alive...

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supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Ice cold mic hold 
A flow that’s so ferocious 
a Higher level focus
Exposes my neurosis
bogus amateurs are hopeless
Yoga poses lotus 
Possibly psychosis 
Or Musical symbiosis
intelligent my opus 
intellectual Hypnosis  
Rhythm in fluid motion
My style...

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A few poems written by Chan Hurst, (Just That Archaic Poet)

I hope that we can find some comfort in them at this sad time.


"A Rational Explanation"

What must I do to see this through-
Unlock the world...

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Christmas as a kid
Oh, how blessed I have been
To have had such a childhood!
So rife with wonderful Christmas memories

That they tumble in my mind like needles from an evergreen ...
Making cookies with Mom
Especially the gingerbread...

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Many years ago and many tears ago
When bills were just something our parents worried about
When first kisses were still yet to be experienced
And summer days actually meant having a vacation

Back in the days when our...

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Once upon a time 
as this paragraph beings, 
the first sentence 
leads to the end.
My intentions 
intending these words 
that I'm sending to you 
as a friend 
I extend.
If you have an ear 
that you...

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   Soak in the palmolive snake oil tonic.
The cool stalk of my ebonics on hydroponics.
Get stuck in the matrix of my convicts, of hooker phonics.
Get high off of my knock off water on...

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Mornin coffee thinkin of you!
Simmers thoughts of a wonderful brew,
as dreams of romance percolate into view!
Such an awesome aroma I sense,
if we were to become more intense!
How's about a warm slow roast,
somethin that you'll like...

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"Both devil and angel on one's shoulders, scenes from yesteryears, little did the public know that it's when one falls, therein, lies the benefits ... for it's when one rises, gives one meaningful purpose, an...

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My Christmas was red.
red big C7 lights that burned hot on pine needles
red wrapping paper hiding mysterious wonders
red like a shiny new bike smelling of store
red like Rudolph and Santa’s suit, candy canes and fingers...

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the upshot constituted a figurative straw
     that broke the virtual camels back
where yours truly fingered as scape goat,
     who meekly, passively, and subserviently
    ...

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Rio de Janeiro, a city by the shore:
Home to Ipanema, Carnival and dance folklore.
As a child, of you I read, from books that showed your Christ.
Arms outstretched, He guards your days and lights your sky...

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Well as I hinder my own history 
Looking back through the lens of the destroyed me
Poetry went from an outlook of youth 
and became a vessel of pain

Holding memories I live in to escape my...

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Well as I hinder my own history 
Looking back through the lens of the destroyed me
Poetry went from an outlook of youth 
and became a vessel of pain

Holding memories I live in to escape my...

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I went to a witch 
Needed a curse on someone 
This woman was a crazy b**ch 
I hated this particular one 

She asked what curse I wanted performed 
I told her what my heart desired...

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Shaken, angry  and scared is the family that was once three

Each parent accusing the other of murder in the second degree

But just who would set the fire while their only child was inside

Their faces...

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you got a brain in there you're reading this
when's the last time you found yourself using it
 to continue assembling the puzzle pieces
in the proximity of an existential grievance
minus the usual cheap suit wonderment
in agitated...

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I sleep in the cellar where its door leads towards the attic of my mind,
Empty spaces filled with passage debris that has been left behind. 
Sitting atop dust, beneath cobwebs that float in the flickering...

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I thought about this long and hard
In fact I thought about it all the time
What would happen to belly button lint 
If you set the stuff on fire

I collected more than enough
Over the years to...

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Christmas Memory

                                 ...

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Death of the Pen

Colonel quill is
On life support,
Through trembled 
Voice he spoke ,
This feathered 
Friend has served
Me well, as it did
Most other folk .
So it's time for me
To shuffle off this 
Mortal Coil, before 
They...

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Burning rubber on the pavement used to be my one big thrill.
   Now with the price of gas just thinking about it gives me a chill.
Used to ten dollars worth of gas would...

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There was a fisherman needing a buzz 
Full of hairy looking fuzz 
Watching a canary do what he does 
Using his noodle 
Fisherman started to doodle 
On a canvas for what it’s worth 
Being independent...

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Will you turn an ear to the haunted sound children
 Will you feel the beat of the human condition thrumming in your veins
 Taste the sadness and longing, begot by our own who suffer in...

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Our last option pointed us Northeast of you.
It was like exiting a refrigerator,
and entering a microwave.

We learned to adjust,
but we will always miss you.
We did not want to ever leave     ...

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