Long Callouses Poems

Washed ashore on the lost island

Skin already peeling on the beach

Burning from the hot green summer sun

Meat melting off to become bone

Jumping back into the water

Cooling off with the clams and fish 

Washing the sand...

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KNOWING LESS THAN BEFORE…

That whisper of the night before struck me powerfully, 
It affected me more than I intended to admit
Hades—stupid Hades, a follower, loyal enough—
But nothing to compare with the suicidal, lovely
Red glow of...

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I am walking in your footprints again. My bare feet are so small when contained within the imprint of your own We have walked this soft grassy road, side by side. Now I walk only...

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In the sacred silence of this moment, 
I kneel before you, my Lord, 
burdened by the weight of my transgressions. 
My soul trembles, confessing
 the sins that have stained the fabric of my being. 
Oh,...

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                           The Sweat of Thy Face

When we were young,...

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If you look into my eyes and you just happen to find 
that the smile I put on is not true to what is inside, 
just know that I have walked on broken glass each...

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Aye haint gonna mention anyone by name,
     and git myself poisoned
     with deadly tocsin, a most wick
kid demise act of vengeance cheap trick

boot Mayan tent to write...

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It’s Faint Paddies Day
everyday,
from my oxy scarce commuter view

At this Rocky Mountain skin altitude,
death is always on the dispatch menu

Faint Paddies 
be sweating onion fear on a ghetto roll
Cry babies
be diaper blues potty wailing —...

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I knew the rules, the engagement of us, he had a wound on his chin, he told me it was ages
ago...

he told me about her, he never spoke her name softly enough.

I sat on floors...

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Tim had entered the state of a corpse while
the chorus assaulting his purulent soul festered
Callouses on his corpus callosum pretended
there was no connection just chaos exhumed

Corpuscles splattered astray ice in his vessels
in the same vein...

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In doom light, I see all that is & 
Ever was, I see all the façades 
Stripped away n callouses 
Tearing away all the love and hate
In doom light, the endless white
No sun, not in...

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One thing about music
Is when it hits you you feel no pain
One thing about music 
Is when it hits you you feel no pain
Hit me and wake me up
Surely blame will call your name

Only yesterday...

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He never left for long,
his footprints left marks all across my kitchen floor
and I slipped over the waning of November, sometimes,
as my hands scarred themselves, the empty callouses 
the left over burns that scalded the...

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I’d like to pretend that my hands aren’t dirty 

from the soap of mental suppression,

that the callouses are from hard work,

and not from picking my bones back up

off the floor on a daily basis;

ragged, dry,...

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Adam, take the dust and
blow into tomorrow's winter world
the intruding consciousness
is evolving, embroiling a vainity of values,
who are we now, why this
language of redemption ?
the truth hurts once we
were exhiled from God's perfect garden,
the roads...

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There's no need to contort yourself into the architecture of a man to be sovereign,
You don't have to reverberate his thunder to be heard by those who ignore your whisper,
Power is not a costume to...

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the arguments and the spittle
they are our muscle
the curse words and the raw harshness
they are our multivitamins
the accusations and the confirmations
they are our truth serums
the holding on and the letting go
they are our inspiration to...

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Disappearing Ship With Shadow At The Prow


I sit with setting sun in evening twilight
gold and orange rays vanishing now
On comes the mysteries of this lonely night
disappearing ship with shadow at the prow

The night breeze so...

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Hands met each other again this morning
they touched gently - caressed - loved.
It has been a long time
since they prayed together like this.
It was a silent sermon
a benediction.

Fingers intertwined like sea anemones
tenderness kissed each fingertip.
Left...

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When my mother said I could wear heels
I thought HIGH heels; was disappointed it was almost a flat.
About an inch high.
It did not make a satisfying click.
I had hoped to be taller.
At five foot two,...

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Sometimes we look at the spread of the open sky
in deep awe and wonder
At times even daring to claim the sky, 
like caged birds,  we weep and tweet.
We look at the ocean, the screaming...

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Aching hands, aged and scarred
Wrinkled, arthritic with callouses so hard
Knuckles swollen from times being broken
Now weathered and weak, quite painful to open

In days of youth, they used to pick flowers
From weeds in fields in warm...

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Not beautiful in the physical sense
is the woman of my merciless dreams.
Flowery words don't do her justice, hence
my futile attempts at expressing love;
she be like a star that glistens and gleams,
mocking a lonely man from...

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There was a time
I saw my mother's hands and
noticed quite a difference
between hers and mine
hers were fine
soft and smooth
with lovely nails, refined

While mine-
so rough and dried
no lotion could soothe or hide
the blisters and the callouses
while...

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Make sunrise early and the sunset wait;
make summer early and the winter late!
Allow the crops to sprout and thrive
and give me hope to man the drive.

Please let the raindrops fall at night
and keep the ground...

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