Long Carpal Poems

This piece is based on a true series of events --


First time me an’ Jessie seen him - walkin’ in from nowheres - 
couldn’t o’ been a stranger sight - as each of us recalls,
But...

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I I’m constantly rehearsing 
On my versing 
Never sliding or swerving
My Rhymes play
Like a wordsmith
I’m Cleverly disguised as a responsible adult
Remembering to stay humble
And claim my guilt and my fault
The Wisest Man once said what’s...

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I'm sorry momma.
I'm sorry father.
I couldn't be the man you raised.
You instilled me with morals and values,
from which I chose to stray.
I chose to leave those college days,
just to be on the streets stuck in...

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When every conceivable fetish has been entertained
What is left to satisfy?
When every want
Has been had
Where do we find the next fad?
When every way to pop your cork has been done
What is left to do for...

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You request him to travel to distant lands
on a quest to conquer the enemy.
A like-minded platoon battles beside him,
helping him achieve an ultimate defeat.

You keep him sheltered from tough weather
with electric lights, a warm balm...

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Courting days are long over now 
men, well, what does define a man?
Certainly, it is not merely physical?
yet one would expect manliness to 
involve some sort of strength?

Does a man let a woman cry?
Does a...

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This is for those who hide their heads and their hearts in
the hoods of their hoodies, hiding from the peripheral world
and sinking into their carpal tunnel world, who let the lyrics
from their ipod vibrate their...

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I rode shotgun
		with someone
who look just like me

Had the same skin color
			as far    as I 
could steering wheel see


I rode shotgun
		with a racist someone,
	who hatefully 
talked the same way as me

Had the...

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I see 
the radiation is rolling off my eyelids
right into the sclera
white to red
I can't remember how to pick grapes
with arthritis of the mind
going north towards
the wanderings of the crows
that found that the cows
have had...

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Fear thee not, for thy sweet stench of dormant death is in the aboulic air
Thus in thy fraught, and benighted breath to ask for thy life to shamely spare
Or be quick thy death, defecating and...

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In a desperate unknown inaugurate of a life.
beyond the interesting heaves of a new grief.
a story begin unheard of and untold of,
the secluded results of which were uphold of,

as the dawn of the new life...

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