Long Cinderblock Poems

February 29th, 2024

Alternately titled: 111th leap year since 1582
the year Pope Gregory XIII world leader
(i.e. essentially paterfamilias among
Roman Catholic flock)
timely maneuvered around calendrical rock
and hard space implementing
viable system tracking years ad hoc
out of sync and...

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My heart hit the wall like graffiti spray.
Shakespeare could have cast you 
just as you had cast me.
Playtime was rushed to sleep with resistance, 
as cinderblock thoughts tossed and turned 
until drifting became corroding numbness...

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February 29th, 2020
alternately titled: 207th leap year since 1582

the year Pope Gregory XIII world leader
(i.e. essentially paterfamilias among
Roman Catholic flock)
timely maneuvered around calendrical rock
and hard space implementing
viable system tracking years ad hoc

out of sync and...

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alternately titled: 207th leap year since 1582

the year Pope Gregory XIII world leader
(i.e. essentially paterfamilias among
Roman Catholic flock)
timely maneuvered around calendrical rock
and hard space implementing
viable system tracking years ad hoc

out of sync and lock
step by...

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Life as an Addict


                         Life as an addict, life as an...

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Auburn swirls of wind-laden leaves 
coast to the cleat-torn orifices
of soggy, mud-clung grass.
That massed flapping pile time capsule
of summer sunsets is crushed with entering steps
like the rusting rain refrain.

A shorn sheep freezes from dusk until...

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Don’t listen to the whisper.
Don’t encourage the lying Siren:
That your brain is a trash island, refuse washed and scattered upon the shore.
Your mind a broken cobweb dangling,
swaying in autumn’s desolate breath,
catching dead leaves, detritus, and...

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Eyes and eyes and eyes-
That is what I remember.
The smiles, the embraces
Of my brothers and sisters.

Little friends,
Trailing behind, walking
In my footprints.
Let our words lead them to you, Father.
Grant these children lives blessed
With your presence.

A world,...

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there’s a problem with faith.

Yes, I’ve seen mothers with interlaced fingers
& optimistic minds will god into
sick children.
Faith firm as cinderblocks,
building retaining walls against floods
of adversity.

Yet, I’ve seen fathers with frayed hair
& sweat-stained shirts fall
broken, like...

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And, he did not walk
the hallways of youthful fortresses.
He strode.
Victoriously, with vigor, and without shoes.
For, to be silently scribbling, and upon you
with shocking quickness is this
dragon eyed boy, who unleashes his
cry of mirth before even...

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To speak to me is madness
I teach silence: hush your tongue
Quieten down now joys and sadness
Temper stifle, thought make dumb

Spring breezes with the sounds of love on
Pause not here; they do not dare
The summer air...

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Northern winters harbor harshness.
Freezing confetti and sun lit bottlecap.
Snow angels can never warm the backs 
of cinderblock children and gray eyed cats.

Northern winters push the hobbled hobos...toward the equator.
To nibble the candied ribbons of warmth.
Sashay...

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