Long Cauterize Poems

Film Noir

By the lampost at night
with the pale moon shining bright
but obscured by the fog
I saw her in the harbor
standing where my boat lay moored
but she knew that
her azure eyes beckoned me to come
smoke from...

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Film Noir

By the lamppost at night
with the pale moon shining bright
but obscured by the fog
I saw her in the harbor
standing where my boat lay moored
but she knew that
her azure eyes beckoned me to come
smoke from...

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My teacher died.
   
   His lungs failed him.

He taught me that the lungs
harbor grief.

   His lungs are gone.
My grief has only just arrived.


   He used his lungs...

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This fool doth not consider himself wise,
writing paltry poetry difficult
to read and/or actualize
methinks perusers of great literature
snub nose how I miserably advertise,

laughable attempt to aerobicise
fifty plus shades of gray matter
lobbying showy words agonize
zing effort perhaps...

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Lurid looks have been thrown at me
Deadly daggers sent to pierce my heart
Why do some insist on acting beastly 
waging war in attempts to tear me apart?
How long can I go on pretending I'm not...

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Sometimes I feel trapped in this cask that has become my living grave. 
I built it brick by brick with my own two hands and have become slave to its habits. 
I don't know how...

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SHOCKING!!!!!!!! WHAT? THAT?


Bad taste?
They know not what is at stake
They do as they please
Then later beg for forgiveness
A right sin
And a dismal business

Nothing is shocking anymore
To thump each other
They go to the extremes of bad...

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How lovely, isn't
It, to have an 'off' switch, shotty wiring
And all,
And a presence lined up to ****?

They are always there
To cauterize the wounds of emotional castration
Without desire to examine
The blood pattern forensics,
Chalking the splatter up
To...

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No torrid steel rod will cauterize my wounds
I cannot lick these festering gashes clean
Your sharp-bladed tongue has bitten deeply 
fangs plunged with each vile cursed scene

No mere prick or scratch did you inflict
as thorns draw...

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She’s a switchblade, blackjack,
Knuckle-duster dame.
Got the proper block and tackle,
Lash your rigging to the frame.
She put the drill press to your taproot
And the grindstone to your saber.
Good for sharpening your senses,
Keeps you on your best...

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Sad songs in sad times
Band aid bruises
We feel as climbs and pantomimes
Fail to rouse enthusiasm in cruises 

Which fail to light and wrap up
Enthusiasm in partners
Who feel our coquettish cup
Rains no brainers

That subtract sustenance and...

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Thought the War was Over 
By Franklin Price
10/17/2015

Thought the war was over 
When I returned from Cam Ranh Bay
Skin cancer popped it's ugly head
And still is in the way

Getting a little tired of
Having all the...

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              - Do not let the behavior of others destroy your inner peace -
        ...

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DOSAGES AND PROCEDURES

              We should not hepatize
              the situation...
...

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With eight swollen, broken knuckles
At the top of my lungs' last scream
I'll take one last swing to prove I'm not the only one
Who cares enough to mask the immunity with putrid hate
No this is not...

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                        Release the world from your faulty perceptions,
    ...

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I've built with sand.
I've made a life without a proper plan,
and you kicked before I hardened it.
How do I supply demand?

A ship unmanned.
This is the moment that I sank within.
It's when my life became your...

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I’d take a knife and cut it out
like some deep-down infected gout
if only it were there under my skin.

I’d prick a vein and let it bleed,
free flowing, nothing to impede
if I thought it were streaming...

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Framed blemish.
Heavy as a tumor.
Solid as surrender.
Dig into epidermis.
Uproot the moment.
Unclean kernel.

Hard, cold reflection.
Show me pretty.
Clogged pores.
Yellow teeth.
Rheumy eyes.
Ugly is as ugly does.

Smile at the mirror. 
Try to forget.
This is you. 
Forever unlovely.
Look at what...

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(After the rape, and for the rest of her life,
Artemisia turned out canvas after canvas
containing disturbing images of women
beheading men - with obvious phallic
castration undertones.)

Judith and Holofernes

There’s only one way to be free of them.
The...

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Fire like anger,
wrap heat around the moist
parts of me,
pink membranes
exposed to cold.

Fire like anger, burn
away the feeling of
knobby fingers in tiny spaces,
twisting gossamer fabric
tearing silky skin.

Fire like anger,
cauterize my childhood,
fill gaps in memory with
bloated fabricated
pictures...

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I may love you, once love is all I have;
someday, with tears I'll wash away your grave:
till then I curse you since you died at last,
leaving me broke, alone, going nowhere fast. 

Despite young Cupid,...

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A surging gust of changing wind 
has pushed me down a path unknown. 
Engaging dreams I won't rescind 
will place me at my lover's throne. 

She'll gently brush her noble hand 
across my soft but...

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A surging gust of changing wind 
has pushed me down a path unknown. 
Engaging dreams I won't rescind 
will place me at My Lover's throne. 

She'll gently brush her noble hand 
across my weary brow....

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I live for brighter days despite this one's woeful absence of sun
Memories are being shot at me; bullets from a machine gun
Words keep rising out of me; a tidal wave, to swallow tomorrow's dawn
They are...

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