Long Concertina Poems

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MEMO for Destroyer Poet A Linda: 3. 20 p.m., 23rd April 2013 – Paris, France
  
If you are Red   I am Brown
If you’re not 
Then as one concrete painter using phonemes 
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The grey mists of a sleeping dawn, cosetting birds still
wrapped up warm in bed, watch a stoat emerge from
its burrow and sprint across his meadow, like a caterpillar
making humped back bridges in Concertina motion

The stoat...

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THE RIVER OF NO RETURN
The Rue St. Germain is alone and still   
though cool is the night with a summer chill
the fog from the Seine comes right up the hill
and street lamps dance...

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I did not plan to be a single cell amoeba
or this me, a conglomerate jigsaw of a being
a million times removed from primordial goo.
I was peacefully inanimate at times
endowed only with a little foggy awareness...

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the robin hops from the tips of the rose bush

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MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE Parisienne Walk
One spring and sunny day I set my sight
behind my darkened lenses, feigning night,
so I might stroll in my own way
and see what's life in light of day,
my thread put to my...

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BACKSTREETS OF PARIS -  MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE
One spring and sunny day I set my sight
behind my darkened lenses, feigning night,
so I might stroll in my own way
and see what's life in light of day,
my thread...

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BACKSTREETS OF PARIS (Monsieur L'Vampyre)
One spring and sunny day I set my sight
behind my darkened lenses, feigning night,
so I might stroll in my own way
and see what's life in light of day,
my thread put to...

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The soul as resident under the celestial tent,
where the pleasure spectator benches rent.
Flowered horses with petite ballerina,
cute monkeys with funny hats playing the concertina. 
Jumping tides marvel with saltos in the air,
swinging in perfect timing...

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Space Polka

We heard there was a dance
at the Planet Pulaski this Saturday night,
called for a space cab with delight.

The domed community center was hopping,
Stanislaus Brodsky Band played a fast polka
Martians pranced across the floor drinking...

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DREAM    HOME

Our  home will be of  stone from the mountain
And wood from  forest  cedars, hand hewn,
With a fireplace large against winter’s domain,
And a concertina in the evening playing...

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I ponder whose hands concertina time.
Sometimes my brain wakes up 40 years younger
for a few moments I am vital,
perfectly formed and a smile for every eye.
Other times though, I arrive in the world
already clawing at...

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Ranks of glossy printed editions
squeezed into a concertina of space.
The acrylic smell of new books
is cordite to my nose.

Then in softer contrast,
the musky ambiance of the old and well-thumbed,
a well used dust on dust-covers.
A tactile...

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The aroma of mellow gardenias, the dance of a ballerina, 
the sound of an Italian concertina

Purple, shaded, toe shoes that glide across a stage with 
footlights and an applause of praise.

Tender thoughts to remember, in...

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Some are born by paupers
Their struggle starts at infancy;
With dried-up bottoms
And washed-out concertina ribs,  
Yet their rust-colored teeth find solace 
On their mother’s shriveled breasts.

Others are born with silver spoon, 
I mean the fat-bellied...

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Summer sky sparkles under huge bursts of light
Spiraling rockets and rainbows of color delight
Kiddie rides and merry-go-rounds spinning around
While roller coasters lift one high off the ground
Vendors sell hotdogs and pink cotton candy galore
Even if...

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                          FINGERDANCE 

I remember  finger dancing as a young...

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dark horses, flashing wild eyes & lolling tongues
minions of masters blind secrets, colliding on
judgement day

the watchmen, pencils poised, stream data weighing
heavily on balance sheets, despite muffled screams
invisible ants regurgitate from force fed robo-calls

somewhere, below the...

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SE PROMENER
Down by the River Seine, where light abounds
come take a walk with me, a sheer delight,
just listen to the distant flowing sounds
of Paris coming to another night;

to hear a distant concertina play
is magic to...

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The ‘classics’ section is not small.
Ranks of tightly printed editions
squeeze a concertina of time.
The glossy acrylic smell of new books
is cordite to my nose,
I dodge a graphic array of explosive masterpieces.

Movies have usurped many of...

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FREEZE - FRAME  OF   QUEBEC  CITY

Time-capsule towers over  St.  Lawrence:
Heights of Abraham look imperiously down
On the Ile d’Orleans spread over the river,

Chateau Frontenac’s fairytale frivolous turrets, 
Le  Parlement’s...

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Tonight, I miss God, though I doubt he IS;
All sense of Providence stripped away
Like my wife’s gray smock last time I saw her
Walking naked and welted to showers
From whence the sole cleansing is soul release
From...

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SE PROMENER
Down by the River Seine, where light abounds
come take a walk with me, a sheer delight,
just listen to the distant flowing sounds
of Paris coming to another night;

to hear a distant concertina play
is magic to...

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I am at your side - a faithful dog.
You are my master - my ship in dock.
You care for me, a god besides...
If you left me, I'd be rudderless.
Don't leave...

I am at your side, in...

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