Long Coddles Poems

As I approach the staunch realization that we are the poisonous creatures
Plaguing the very mother that nurtures our brittle and deplorable existence
We cross our arms seeking the unexplained comfort we think we know
Leaning back in...

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Memories like a Chinese dragon
fluid~~~multihued~~~rattling.

I wrestle my brain,
p                          i
 i...

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II.
Then there are all the attitudes
you see taken up against men,
how the professors always seem
to do nothing but demonize them,
that we’ve done nothing for centuries
but scheme to ‘keep the women down!’
The great boogeyman ‘patriarchy’
must always...

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I must have seen your face a thousand times
each time making me yearn even more;
my heart feels the warmth, oh! how sublime
taking my attention from the ravages of war.

I love the way you wriggle your...

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Elle laissa tomber une de ses pantoufles de verre, que le prince ramassa bien soigneusement. (Perrault’s tale)

SOUL SLIPPER

magnificent her slipper —
slender, arched, flawless,
resplendent of soul (embodied

the right) a drift of gentle snow
fell as the midnight...

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she was a salamander of the sun
an enraptured reptile of the stars
dancing with the other campfire lizards
in the asphalt murrain
in the technomarshes
in the hookah parking lots
and mildewed shopping malls
on the internet
amongst the programmer punks
and hacker...

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He studies the dinner card,
ticks off the boxes for Jell-O
and fruit cups; anticipates a deliciousness
that he will later swallow mechanically
on a plastic spoon.

He’s fascinated by his own breath;
tasting it on the exhalation, savoring a coolness,
as...

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“That’s a bad mistake,” She tells me. But I don’t care, and I crawl inside anyways.
She glowers at my fortitude, for she has never had such will power.
As I hid away; inside my little home,...

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C A U S A T I O N       vs.        D E T E R M I N I S M


Choices form...

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It comes careening over the
Mind’s eye through the night’s dead, it stays
And you believe it…
You hold it close to your heart and never let go of it,
But that’s not the truth!
A little bit of a...

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WHATEVER YOU WANT THIS TO BE ENTITLED

Golden curls are found where diamonds sleep
Glittering golden curls be the lady’s crown
She knows the seraphim and the secrets they keep
And now she can  create a smile from...

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WHATEVER YOU WANT THIS TO BE ENTITLED

Golden curls are found where angels sleep
Glittering golden curls be the lady’s crown
She knows the seraphim and the secrets they keep
And her beauty can create a smile from a...

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Strolled in 
to my barbers Friday evening
Typical wait 
(10 minutes)
                   No problem,
except two people 
bothering me.
 A...

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My heart is racing.
Faster and faster it beats,
And with every beat, I feel the heat
of your love surrounding me.
Surrounding me,
engulfing me,
grabbing me,
hugging me,
encompassing me…
Til I’m free—
free of the burdens,
the heartaches,
the pain,
the guilt,
the loneliness.
Free of myself,
...

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A lovely lady beguiles a luckless lad
Of unwitting others she might have had

The fairest face may be foul of heart
Deft deceit is how now it shall start

Like fated moths drawn to the light
Novices can't tell...

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The Transparency of Selves.

Transparently unseen,
lonely souls walking on,
slipping between raindrops,
curling between folds of reality,
twisting in dreary, worn-out skins.

Moulting, peeling off, discarding,
worn-down corpses edging towards,
whistling crowds of leering stares,
wasted on insipid momentary sighs,
where collective consciences lay...

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CONTRAST OF BLACK AND WHITE

Faith coddles the fetus in his cimmerian cradle,
his freshly formed ears set on the steadfast heartbeat.
~
Eyes blink, outside the cramped passageway,
glowing bright like a newborn star.
~
The thumb sucking infant sifts out...

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Water coddles my numbing fingers
warmth floats upon stubborn clouds of mist
impacts unenthusiastic cheeks and lingers
morning’s winter heated by a whetted kiss.

Hands clasp as a lover to a lover
skin sliding smoothly through soothing soap
fogged mirror a...

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Weebles wobble
   but they do fall down.

Once without windup whimsy weebles wobble writhing in wistful wiggly wattles,
they bubble, bobble, boggle, bottle and boondoggle coddles and dawdles;
a colossal ensemble debacle joggles and toggles the...

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