Long Blonds Poems

The healthier we become the more ways we find to make ourselves sick
Hypochondriac fits of politics 
Diet pills McDonalds Happy Meals
Hypnagogic images make up the news
Cumulus clouds full of debris from the local avenues 
Deeper...

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Spring

A refresh of rain, falling down on them all
Un-quenching each leaf with tilt refrain
Linden shaped blossoms in spring do install
Such beautiful heaven that no one can maim
 The burst of an orange, a tulip in...

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Daddy's Little Daughter Grows UP

Mama some boy at school called me a dumb blond
And I hit him
He said blonds are only good for one thing
Can you believe that mama
I was furious, so furious mama
My father...

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Viva Las Venus
Just got back from Venus
It's a secret, don't ask how
I really mean it
You know, government and all

I am going to tell you though
Most of what I seen
Oh, remember that fella Elvis?
Yep, he's still...

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This morning's sidewalk is cold and gray,
traffic sparse.
Coffee awaits, if my secretary remembers.
My head circulating thoughts from a case,
I reluctantly took on yesterday.
I'm usually more particular,
I don't like cases involving blonds and their men,
but, I...

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***I personally don't indulge in "soothing weed" 
                       but the Dutch and many...

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Trapped within my inability to let go
Will I reach my goal and will I know
I relentlessly pursue my own happiness
Or will I end up in hapless duress

I will not let myself think of failure
In this...

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She got a bad rap for she was a blond
But this one couldn't be fooled or conned

He claimed he loved her and she believed
Till she found out she was being deceived

She caught him there with...

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Apart from the worn stone-step
where drunks still topple
all has changed.
Now a neon glow backlights a plasticized fascia.

In the in the parking lot two blonds face-off.
one has extra-large ear bangles,
and she rattles like a Zulu warrior,
fingers...

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I need just to tip off my hat to inspire
this palest of blonds in her bristling fire
From glints in her eyes which force me to smile
to dreams she lays out like a feast.
I wish to...

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Dandom Randomness
What else will I see out of my story?
I’ve seen a guy blown away.
Where’s my guinea pig?
In the boarded up pub in the fog.

Your film is so yesterday,
full of sex and violence.
One foot man...

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The color of my hair,
is reddish blonde,
some people say,
blonds have more fun.

I wouldn't know,
for this is not me,
the red is to obvious,
like my rosy red cheeks.

Everything I wear,
has red somewhere,
maybe the buttons,
or a ribbon placed...

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