Long Citronella Poems

"As other spirits sail on music, mine, oh my love, swim on your perfume." Charles Baudelaire

"Sometimes you find an old bottle from which the soul returns." 
Charles Baudelaire

"Smell is a Word. Perfume is Literature."

"There are...

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Mother nature oh! Rose of roses!
Mother of all flowers' and smell,
Ylang Ylang! You don't know what it causes!
An aphrodisiac turns you on like hell!

Sandalwood with its masculine warmth poses,
Rosemary clears the head, you can tell,
Peppermint...

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Oh wow a mystic meaning manifesting majestic majorities. In a purple eclipse. In a towel hung geometrically on a towel rail. Hum then. Queues upon queues of geometricians on hoops. Linguistic lingering then. Leaping. 1...

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outside
inventoried oval-stoned
cathedrals appealing
chiming crimes of passion
woke citronella
fog
hung in cement-hamocked snowdrifts
cloaked slow on slick-stained windowsides
tenement sheets
with the pomegranate notes
of rhythms unrhymed
   while all the uptown laundromarts
rising up
from insomniac-scrambled sidewalks
corked-copper moon tumbling earthward
like a sweet
sweatshredded...

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and its the bing bang boing but not bong ok nor beng or bung
A chicken diner stream is a recipe of combined cream but crossing a work surface is often best using traffic lights, zebra...

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The moonlight beamed on our whitened teeth as we wrote our names in the methylone stars,
Raspberry pixels leaked out of our cheeks as we covered our lungs in black velvet tar.
The wind blew your hair...

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it is circulated deep into the soil 
that you’ve wore the dress of paraffin 

in the multidimensional wind of the winter 
the cash-memo of the recently purchased 
gold-bangles 
would reside for some time more 

then...

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Citronella

Her soul glows like a citronella candle flame at night
She doesn’t warm; just keeps the pests away with her toxic bite
She doesn’t need to beat those boys off with a bat
But she still likes to...

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It’s dusk in Texas in May 
Keeping the June Bugs at bay 
Citronella works in a way 
Creepy-crawlies more dense in the day 

Reading Kafka but only halfway 
Focus not with it today 
As the...

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She stood by the citronella
staring at its jagged leaves
hoping they would grow and carry her away

Rooted in the ground, eyes drawn into its foliage
the caretaker peered over his cigar at her despair
removing the belt from...

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Single slippered Cinderella
Yesternight’s ball bella
Angelic voices heard a cappella
Followed by lovely clarabella

The dinner served was paella 
With a side of shredded mozzarella 
While faking a case of salmonella
Cinderella invited her fella
To follow her into the...

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The night emits a citronella scent
   From tiki torches topped with living flame;
I swim in circles -- softly speak your name --
   While starlight washes over us, content.

Cicadas still sing secrets...

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Beneath the comforter curled, fetal, praying;
within the sacred orange of stucco robed walls,
students of Buddhism huddled kitten like laying;
while sound ricochets rattles down the red tile halls.

Liberty shakes the panes, lights the cobalt sky.
Sirens upon...

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Come into my chamber
I shall color the music low
chill the wine perfect to taste 
and for our light 
catch stray moonbeams 
flirting through the window 
place a candle or two 
scented with citronella,
to intoxicate us.

The...

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From gnats and moths and things unseen,
I am protected by a screen.
Mosquitoes land and flit away,
Defeated for another day.

Where once a citronella torch
Repelled some pests, my screened-in porch
Works better for, as you'd surmise,
It's quite a...

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