Long Boxy Poems

I smell like pencils in September.
After they’ve been brought to that…to the machine hanging on the closet wall where our coats, our boots, our bags, and nonsense lived.

You stared me in the eyes, since the...

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water weeps wildly
whilst washing away your
jesting foolery.
I saw the sun annihilated
	Against backdrops of liturgy
Lethargic activity that earns
	It’s title as the Earth’s endearing child
Against backdrops of monogamy,
Pedestrian thinking,
	Accelerated usage,
Lapping up mentalities from bowls of pulled poultry,
Doing...

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Somewhere in the dungeon of my soul 
was a memory I supressed, 
and a song, a scent 
reignited the place and time long forgot.
And I remember leaving the cocoon we called home 
I remember moving...

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From within the perspex booth, he flirtily inquired
 if my day so far had been fulfilling 
Duty of filling two reusable bags with thirty items
Didn't stop my silly line from spilling
"Certainly, yes - it's fulfilling...

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Many weeping people have come to my funeral with flowers,
      Oh the red roses are so beautiful and the lilies divine;
My dress is of the softest rosy pink and it...

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w I n d
      swinging heavy with flakes
winter's underbelly chilling fingers and toes

on a Kyiv hill
in wounded wisps of snow
two small girls in boxy blue snowsuits
    ...

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The sweet bird songs heard at the break of dawn
Mixed with the sound of sprinklers on the lawn
Neighbors readied boats for bobs in the bay
Morning papers landed in each driveway
Boxy air units were wedged into...

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Some say that some gains are not worth the risk,
and that their pursuit causes far too much pain.
They say that some things are better left the same.
They say that if it's not broken, don't fix...

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When he was born, for a while,
he was placed in a plastic box;
thereafter as an adult
he moved into many a rented and boxy room.

As he matured, he filled his available space
with the accoutrements
of a hastily...

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Not long ago after Christmas Eve
A prince was born with heavenly peace
In the city of Bisang-Don so cheerful
With a boxy smile and so playful

The innocent boy with grandma's love
Was very kind, sensitive, peaceful as a...

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she's in the whoosh
feel her span through time
it's all relative
across dimensions
and into space
bigger on the inside
smaller to the seeing eye
walk around her 
you'll see
but step inside
and the venture begins
she's an old girl
stuck in the form...

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Xylometry zaffre zacaton swirl on hyaloid "penumbra phylum". 
            "Magniloquent melodic" apodictic vinculum survey.
          ...

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Windows 

Windows and drapes, 
Colours and shapes, 
The world outside 
Has nowhere to hide. 
But ceilings and floors
And tightly shut doors 
Witness me still 
In the shadows that spill. 

Sunrise knocks 
On windows and clocks,...

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The black bird rests in the air
gliding over wasteland parking lot. 
His wings flap once, twice
he opens his mouth to cry out
in the cold frigid air.
Glossy dark feathers shimmer
in the white sunlight of winter.
His looming...

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My ancient Underwood typewriter, dusty, boxy, charmingly obsolete
Missing p, x and m - still, imperfectly complete
Kept for its craftsmanship and for nostalgic retreat

I wrote my novel (unpublished, unshown) at sixteen
Upon this unwieldy, cranky, clunky, behemoth...

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