Long Collagen Poems

You're   a plastic girl,a tarry girl
your wrinkles hid so well,
you're a spoilt girl
drinking  best flowing french champagne,
first class cuban cigars,
owner of so many latest convertible cars.

You're a perfect woman living your dream,
money...

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When I was thirteen years young, I filleted my upper right thigh.
47 times.
In one night.
In one hour.
I wrote suicide notes,
Every night. 
I folded them up and put them in a drawer where the hid.
Similar to...

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glittering gold crosses 
adorning muscled, tanned bodies 
endlessly liposuctioned into Versace
worshipping the almighty dollar 
as they cruise the golden boulevard 
disciples of Bentley and Rolls

paying lip service to the lord
with collagen smiles 
gracing plastic personas...

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Brittle Bones Break

It is heartwrenching to read today of a grotesque medical anamoly…
When a cute little girl of four suffers  from a cruel bone malady…
The medical journals have identified it as Osteogenesis Imperfecta…
A dreaded...

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she, who in a moment of self-realization,
looked in the mirror & saw that the lips that she
was shuffled accidentally by evolution
(just as you got big feet & the next got deep brown eyes)
were not up...

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there are “bands”
you know them well---
they play songs to make
women’s undergarments 
fall 
away---
melt & drip down their
legs like
hot
wax
& you also know that the music that they
churn out
is probably written by the same 
round table of...

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Feeling like we are growing apart, broken trust is the process how it starts.
Adulteration I suddenly became, a substance that tends to contaminate.
I lessen in the value of your love, from me being unfaithful committing...

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born with  hair slightly wavy as
summer sea's crest, Mom would
treat it as her morning decor ritual---
ponytailed, pinned at the crown with 
zigzag of ribbons, braided two-ways,
and god knows what arrangements
followed--oh yes, the old maid...

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WHERE IS THE RED ?

Voracious winter’s cacophony 
Cape starlings, turtle doves, pigeons 
Conductor Crow, on wet corrugated 
stage, beak battling for bun crumbs
earth wrapped worms

Where is the Red ?

Droplets of night-rain decorate
fairy tightrope washing line
phone...

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When that first sliver of grey catches your eye, 
and your heart races like the sea when the tide high, 
can you just pull that one out, you wonder,
but you believe old stories, and think...

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SO WHEN THEY DANCE WHO LEADS?

Something tells  me you don’t worry when there are whispers hushed~~~
And do they wonder by what man were you last touched?~~~
you hear the whispers but instead you choose to...

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There once lived a woman made of Jell-O. She jiggled and wiggled 
as she walked.  Invisible to most she was as clear as a window pane.  
She often wore her heart on her...

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My bus finally pulled in late 
you were there as promised 
although I  tried not to notice 
the blonde bimbo adjusting 
her skirt a cross between 
pat benatar and Melanie griffith 
puffing on a...

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For turning my eyes into shallow Pacific blues,
because nobody likes Chocolate. 

For transforming the freckled clusterbomb on my face,
into baby skin smoothness!

Because freckles are humanity’s alleged worst enemy
and I refuse to allow my self-confidence to...

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Dear black woman, 

You have curly hair.
Your resting face, is a fierce stare

You are beautiful!

Dear black woman, 
You have big gorgeous eyes
A voluptuous body, look at those thighs

You are beautiful!

Dear black woman, 

You have soft,...

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Enough Is Enough Horn Haiku

enough is enough
trump really was terrible
so we should impeach

completely absurd
totally denigrating
should get rid of trump

had been Bellau Wood
soldiers wounded and they died
so we cried and cried

trump sure is a strain
critize, condemn...

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let's take a look at the beginning

wen the matters in your heart mattered to u alone

wen like BoB b4 Airplanes u wer unknown

wen the pp u had on speed dial wldn pick up e fone

n...

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let's take a look at the beginning

wen the matters in your heart mattered to u alone

wen like BoB b4 Airplanes u wer unknown

wen the pp u had on speed dial wldn pick up e fone

n...

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Beauty …
Has this word lost its meaning?
Is not the flower opening its
pedals to the morning more
beautiful than the
repressed mother
dressing up her 8 year old to 
compete in her own,
lost dream?
Is there not more beauty in
the...

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Tiny objects once pieces of ourselves
we overlook and place on shelves.
Displaced so frequently and fortunately forgotten - 
all tissues and nerves destroyed within.
The sweet inconsistency her scent releases,
played on a screen that never ceases.

The fluid...

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There’s a chemical factory upon my face
I have lines and spots I need to erase
I mix elixirs and daily apply
The aging process I cannot deny

I have marks and wrinkles and sagging skin
The lines increase and...

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