Long Cleavers Poems

NAME: Phil Latio.

QUALIFICATIONS: LLB (Law) PhD (Medicine) & FSC (Federation Starfleet    
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I was raised in one of those white nationalist churches,
passing itself off as a Christian evangelical Bible church,
where "evangelical" meant fundamental
and "fundamental" meant we did not interpret scripture
but accepted it as God's literal trans-historical Word
of...

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Vexation at self - regarding avoidable altercation...

Today May 12th, 2021
at Royersford (Pennsylvania) LIDL,
when spouse stepped into checkout line
(minus her horse drawn grocery cart -
pushed courtesy yours truly).

While passively standing stock still
I (think Stonewall Jackson)
let scenario...

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I flung my bloodied bathrobe onto a dusty mahogany bureau and roared: “Did we frighten
the scarecrows tonight, my love? Whose catch was it anyway? Yours or mine? We invited 10
guests to our dungeon this evening....

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Bottle of tears is my first version of this poetic legacy series
Skeleton of tears is which the venerated versatility carries.
This might be called as a sequel of alacrity or prolongation
But best before this is a...

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litany of the Church of the Ecstatic Coma
love shouldn't be a pile of rags
I was playing pinkie dinkie
with next door Suzie Woozy
her father was CIA a spy catcher 
with a big spy catcher mitt
try not...

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Yorkshire, 1914
I patch mended her copper saucepan,
Edged an axe, two cleavers and a knife.
I did all the jobs that were required.
By this comely young farmer’s wife.
She served me a platter of rare beef
With chunks of...

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I need nothing 
But the red setting sun
And to rest easy in the palm of night
With the prairie’s cool arms around me.
I came in on dirty horse hooves 
And lonely cowboys’ hats,
Blown far away from...

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these myopic ocular orbs pine 
   for an attractive gal to be adored
far eye got the near...

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They told us to dream, 
but there is this brand of dream
that is hard to imagine ... So, I'm picturing ... 
and in this will-o'-the-wisp, I become 
Desmodus Rotundus,  
Vampiro en el grottos; 
a...

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I stared into the mirror today.
I saw you -
a needled zealot
hovering around my left shoulder;
Adolph Hitler dressed in 
opium-perfumed swatches.

You smelled like her.
You acted like him.
You looked like me.
Swastika tall and evenly abhorrent.
Syringe-insured yet,
never sharp...

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Same scene; same birds, flies, insects; same plants, and fall flowers,
Sameness has built lasting nests, like small social weavers;
Boredom, like ivy creep or jasmine, creeps, and hovers,
Tedium grows hooky and sticky like coal-cleavers...!

I avoid crowds,...

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LATE BLOOMER
sun highlights
the bod of oak bark -
Autumn knight

CLINGERS
won’t let go -
cling to puppy love,
its branches

CLEAVERS
cleaves to old
relationship vow -
storm shakes loose

LANDING
the leaves land
amidst the old maids’
bitterness

BRITTLE BONES
the children
jump in old gals’ laps
living loud

RING AROUND...

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Outer room perfectly clean
Stone wall
Four squared ancient glass
This old floor without even a spot
I open a wooden gate
Walk through a high arched door
Tools fastened to a wall
Knives, cleavers and a saw
A single glove made of...

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Trust in cinder
Withers and shivers
When guile tears trust asunder
From conscience cleavers

As its erstwhile shadow wanders
Bereft of direction in remission
For transgressions trust ponders
When beholders with eyes wide open inflict dereliction

In circumstances that leave
Trust aghast with wonder
As...

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