Long Clinker Poems

Would the real “Matthew Scott Harris” please stand up!

Yo...over here in Schwenksville, Pennsylvania
all the other ones (that follow below)...
them guys imposters I write – every ƒµ©**** one.

Curiosity and discretion 
got the better part of me...

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Twas The Night Before Inspection...,

Not a human creature stirred, nor seen 
through out Highland Manor, 
     property carpeted in lush green
(a deathlike stillness descended un keen
hilly quiet, October 10th, 
 ...

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Spring (vernal) equinox arrives March 20th, 2022 

at 11:33 AM in Northern Hemisphere
though meteorological conditions, I swear
in summer re: temperatures already mild
enough to go outside in your underwear
unless an ordinance would find you
slammed in the...

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You pop my heart     so heavily    to the rhythm of
                  “like...

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Twas fortnight before inspection 2021...,

Not a human creature stirred, nor seen 
throughout Highland Manor, 
property carpeted in lush green
gently hilly terrain,
(a deathlike stillness descended un keen
quiet and quite cool April 26th, 
deux thousand twenty one).

Vicious...

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Many British Thermal Units needed...

To heat these lovely bag of bones
more so than required to generate clones
aging musculoskeletal physique groans
kvetching synonymous nsync with exactly
indistinguishable among where generic
garden variety alter kocker and/or like
mummified Pharaoh moans.

Hence, I...

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Who Beside This Atheist Doth "say" Thar Haint No Angels?

Two fatal head on
     deadly automobile accidents
     in quick succession at 
     Zieglerville, Pennsylvania...

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Continued from The Eye of the Sea part 4

Becalmed we were for three days more,
Then the wind began to rise,
At the Captain’s bidding, we set to the rigging,
Eyes firmly upon the prize.

But, ‘Something’s awry!’ the...

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It’s been a day, brother, it’s been a day.
I’m ridiculous for lack of content,
All my plot holes are on display.
Am I doing OK? Am I having a day?
I can’t get a call back. I sat...

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The theme from Schindler's List
moves us to tears, or it should do.
Pity there’s not a genetic test for, 
cold indifference,
moral weakness, or self-justified evil.

Go on admit it, that SS uniform 
was really cool for its...

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It must have been made
and rejected,
in night’s grinding gears –
a knobby irregularity,
a leftover of smelt and dross.

This is all there is
a gobbet of oven clinker,
but behind it I sense cracked teeth, 
motes in a burnt...

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Rough hands upon her,
not near, there, or where,
nor the seashell tip of a fingering care
            or other
       ...

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SUMMER’S END

staying cool, in the pool,
where children are cruel,
on a very hot day—
Summer’s officially over.

from submarine fool,
fishy bubbling school,
plenipotentiary fuel—
a payload parade.

when the ping-pong jewels
surface - whirlpool
of fleeing ridicule.
afraid of riveting stool—
a flotsam snicker’s bar.

The...

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dear god or whatever
you can begin me now
begin me on a whiteboard
a blackboard
anything that can be erased

my cookie was baked with bad blood
begin me again
as if I were a fish
on an alien shore
gulping impossible air

i...

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her storm seen sometime or never
her form a mottled cry,
begs the clinker from the sky

that many try, to pacify her ire,
nought can quench her heady fire,
her storm seen sometime or never

none have won to pacify...

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It was a harsh, hard going season.

“It’s a dying winter, lad,”
he said, crunching words around,
a gnawed pipe stem.
Briefly embers sought a place to disappear.
Cinder gray eyes, set deep
into the crumpled grit of age.
A wry off-set...

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