Long Conspirator Poems

And still his death haunts webbed wide world post American Civil War

Preface: On the evening of April 14, 1865, while attending a special performance of the comedy, "Our American Cousin," President Abraham Lincoln was shot.

President...

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There is a new mythology emerging, 
Howling from the hind end of the pack, 
Scorching the composted leavings 
Of established orthodoxy as a pillar of flame 
Showing the way for true rock & rollers. 
It’s...

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When he reached the courtyard DynDoeth stepped from the shadows and greeted him.  One by one each of the Elders also stepped forward.   Erlenkönig greeted each in turn.  There were only...

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Ford's Theater, April 15th, 1865...
Petersen House, Washington, D.C.

I admit to own a passion
for the Civil War in general,
and the life and death of
the sixteenth president in particular
between a hard spot of whiskey
and draughts of arrack;
nonetheless...

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A total Jedi mind f*ck from Hell is what this is. I feel like a nuclear bomb has exploded in 
my mind of Hiroshima proportions and I am on the brink of a Chernobyl meltdown....

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EPIGRAMS IV

Improve yourself by others' writings, attaining freely what they purchased at the expense of experience.
—Socrates, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Are mayflies missed by mountains? Do stars
applaud the glowworm’s stellar mimicry?
?Michael R. Burch

I didn’t...

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Got to use that anti-gravitational 
hyper beam to draw people in,
only to hide from them everything.
Safety lies in obscurity.
Safety lies, primarily, in not being the same.
It comes for me when I'm indifferent. 
I try to...

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Where is the wise? where is the scribe? where is the disputer of this world? hath not God made foolish the wisdom of this world?


A global supplant rippling the air, 

unseen scourge in the wind,...

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Haiku Translations II

Illuminated by the harvest moon
smoke is caught creeping
across the water...
Hattori Ransetsu, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Fanning its tail flamboyantly
with every excuse of a breeze,
the peacock!
Masaoki Shiki, loose translation by Michael R. Burch

Waves...

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your new split second decision 
your new cult of fashion and intuition 
back to the middle

Say what you
I run away
your new dream to wonder 
around again what’s there if it isn’t love?
the stories that it...

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the chinese shall be over run by russian and american shall try to aid them but to no avail, because the Hebrews shall refuse to fight for american, and the chineses shall lose the war...

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The devil worshippers' son, Albert Simmons,
the Image comic made him antihero Spawn,
became in the CIA a high-ranking officer, 
and turned into a competent and cruel killer.

The ace conspirator Strinson succeeded
to burn him to death as...

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A  boy and his dog, a dog and his boy,
The dog, the boy’s faithful/constant companion,
and secret co-conspirator in mischief,
keeper of the boy’s secrets, desires, dreams, fears, etc..
Naturally Puppy/Boy, first wanted food for
his emaciated, cloudy-eyed...

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Screaming headlines erupted...
BREAKING news...massacre
barrage of gunfire
wrought countless deaths
newly minted unknown
mass murderer suddenly infamous

speculation immediately
trumpeted hate crime
targeted, premeditated, calculated
mass murderous sprees,
gunmen gloated gleefully
resultant mayhem throve

countless dead tally increased
security details, police,
and emergency crews
barked orders while
yellow crime tape...

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There is a spectacle that divines 
A specialness, reflective best. The
Blessed. Yet I am surprised that 
This shrine time is of disingenuous 
Kind. And I alone surmise for I can
Only survive if I mind my...

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My world has changed so fast
it has caught me off guard.
I never dreamed I would see
the open hate and pervasive bigotry
that exists in the world today.
But then the internet came along
and shrunk the world to...

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Whisper to me little one
as the waves break on the shore
and brings the mysteries of the deep
with her haunting memories fore

Whisper to me little one
as the wind changes her pace
Her howling scream then silent still
keeps...

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I sense
a yearning in your body
a trembling
through thirst
poised
dry immersed 
in thought
of rocks 
that lie afar
jagged and dramatic
sharp and dark and wet
their outlines lost
in the haze of waves
in the spray of the sea
as it rises
and crashes
in...

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My Dad was everything to me...
Musical partner...
Teacher of good music (ie 40's)
Ace pool player, poker player
Beer drinkin' Buddy
World's best Harmonica Player!!
Best friend...
Supporter at all times...
Inspiration for me to cook great meals...
Chef's assistant at Thanksgiving (we...

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Hastily stretched, crackled urgent ocean edge relents
Ashamed attempt to escape rejoins campaign of mass
Furtive dig below propels conspirator spasm, next next
Murders brash bouys, cranky spa champagne embrace

Swum undulations, bare back mermaid's dips resurface
Her furvour ploughs...

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Do ostriches not watch the Capitol's public hearing?
Afraid Donald's name will be sullied in the smearing?
He's a black sheep that subversives keep on cheering,
He's a coup conspirator everyone should be jeering.

There's not much worse than...

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The five-year-old with his little dwarfish face refused to talk for a full eight minutes.
Until the speech teacher who wanted to hear him speak left, then he began to jabber.
I like to make real real...

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The origin, it’s all about duality; creative force birthing all; from the void is love and hate, light and dark,
opposites.  

Alternating, evil naps while good awakes; no shadow is a conspirator, only realities of...

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Whatever ensues, we'll bequeath to God. 
God unfolds, and he sustains us thus faster. 
The work we adopt should be uniquely cowed. 
God has endowed us all alone on this matter. 

To cheer, I should...

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The first born spoke memories of my birth.
He remembered O’Toole [our father] spinning gravel
at the corner of Deerfield and Glenwood blaring
Dixieland Jazz from the AM radio of the red Rambler,
“Outamyway Wegota Yankee Doodle Dandy. ....

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