Long Burgs Poems

I.	  The Settlement

          Hickory bark bluffs
          at the blend of two 
    ...

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What golden fevers disease drives the madman’s insanity,
A toxic yellow shines metal, that glitter beneath the polar Aurora,
Of greed’s horded treasure of the Klondike’s curse!
By sheer brawn's heaving and hoe, did these fortune hunters so...

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April 6 Wagontire, Oregon 
1973

In 1973, I went on a road trip 
With my father

We left Berkeley to go to Yakima
Where my father had a summer cabin

He was a college professor
And had July and August...

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The Inuit call the Narwhal the one that points to the sky,
            Because of their unique way of aiming their tusk upward;
The scientific name...

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‘‘ ...GO TO THE ANTS AND BE WISE.’’

Man's world,his words,man's Imagination:
Man's braggdocio is laughable,
He proclaims himself the wisest
But when we look at him,his ego;
We conclude: self praise is crap .


What is news to man
That has...

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REMIX OF MY TOBÀCCO

In the time of leech to the time of leash, came I from the sojourn of papyrus writing the pain on the wall of my heart with a golden exudate from my...

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Little Peep Boo
gonna give a ghost face
sneak peek preview
And the Casper Whine burgs
ain’t gon like
the skeleton keyhole truth

We be thee former chain gang,
(y’all know us)
the Menace to Society butt pang

Yeah, klan bruh ... we got...

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I pored over my weather maps contriving a prognostication,
Of the weather forecast for the consumption of the British population.
It comprised all the towns, villages and shires from A to Zed,
To include the burgs of Wookey...

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Why my heart joyous today, I don't know,
And leaps like millions of horses in one;
As the warm noon sun melts away the snow,
Glooms in me gone away; fears I have none,
Triumph brim-fills as though wars...

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Taxied to the terminal. The fare paid,
vagrants begged for alms, some too drunk to care.
Shrunken faces, weather beaten, they played
a sad tune of which I was unaware.
Some had the means, even possessed the fare
to transport...

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Feeling kinda cruddy, yup, that's the word
Too many fries, too many burgs

When will I learn I can't handle that stuff
Stomach rebels, starts causing a fuss

Once could eat nails and all kinds of gunk
Now I eat...

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I stood alone on the ship's deck all afternoon
just to watch the sun sinking low on the sea,
the Atlantic ocean is so calm this evening
but, that old feeling of dread still bothers me.

I slowly exhale...

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They tumble deceptively
onto the fissured asphalt,
plaster cracked years
flake away where no eye watches.

Hollow houses, their boards rotted
by the chew and gnaw of tireless winds,
old-time burgs, small, forgotten,
lost now within a retreating landscape.

We used to thrive...

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Feeling kinda cruddy, yup, that's the word
Too many fries, too many burgs

When will I learn I can't handle that stuff
Stomach rebels, starts causing a fuss

Once could eat nails and all kinds of gunk
Now I eat...

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N atural beauty that dazzles the eyes
E nveloped by the Alantic ocean it lies
W inters are long with lots of storms
F og so thick it defies the norms
O ffbeat people who like to have fun...

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Summer market is crowded,
I shall not be found missing.
Nothing like withered leaves
Or disappearing winter birds
But angels in swimming trunks
Pressing men to praise the posh.

In the shinning summer sun,
I shall ignite my motorised Ferrari bike, 
Take...

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