Long Corset Poems

Living With A Myth

How dares one to speak of disability and live with it to tell the story narrate 
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No! you weren’t born
to be beaten
raped
chained to a life  bloodstained  ingrained with pain
wordless  worthless  voiceless  choiceless  

No! you can’t live
being beaten
raped
chained to a life  profaned  restrained ...

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"STRONG"



A child finds strength 
in the holding of his hand
The Beatitudes in his mind 
repetition 8 times cast
whispers the loneliness
in a Man -

Who held his hand?

Like Bede, venerable,
he's counting beads dropping 
like blood drops, 
steel...

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When all the stars from Heaven fell to Earth,
a light was quelled beneath the mantled dawn.
The aftermath lent anger in rebirth
when apathy was scorched by Nippon brawn.
A swift emergence reckoned in retort
by orchestrating strength to...

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One Step from the Fire

Martha lounges in her rocking chair book in knotted hand in her studio

On the wall a poster of Chipperfield Circus whom she had wanted to join

Just above a small marble statue...

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when Animal Farm is not a feeding manual

and Clockwork Orange strikes at midnight

Dali’s time piece warps under face value

and an eagle-eyed-cuckoo flies over its nest


beneath the cover of cotton candy clouds

she relieves herself into Magritte’s...

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The summer sun was high. The heat was oppressive.
The whalebone corset dug into the body's tender parts.
Peering from the shop, my hand touching the pane
of dearly brought glass, I feel the vibration of the incoming...

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The summer sun was high. The heat was oppressive.
A whalebone corset dug into my body's tender parts.
Peering from the shop, my hand touches the pane
of dearly brought glass it vibrates with the hoof-beat of riders.
The...

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High noon in Fort Laramie, the summer sun is oppressive.
A whalebone corset digs into my body’s tender parts.
Peering from the shop, my hand touching the pane
of dearly brought glass, I feel the vibration of incoming...

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A Self-Tutoring Translation of RIMBAUD's Final Version " Vowels " in Contemporary Terms

(" Vowels " (final version, without the definite article, with the poet's corrections)  in RIMBAUD Œuvres complètes. Ed. by Pierre Brunel. Paris...

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Clouds spiral down and curl around to touch me
—not those western drizzle shrouds
baring a sad soul of mizzle misery 
...though I adore a good wallow in sorrow  —no 
these clouds come from yonder bluebird...

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Call me not a child,
Treat me with adult words,
Eyes that scan the essence,
And see the centuries I have lived.
Ancient soul though young flesh, 
Half my heart remains in an older existence. 

I wish to feel...

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wind howling and silent whistling as if a lover whispering softly in the prince's ears 
as he stares longing at the moon, his eyes glazing over as he sees the ghost of his 
bride ...

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There is one lass, and one alone, compels the sun - no other,
          And as it just so happens, that bonny maid's my mother!

Now, don't you...

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Ideologies and laws are fences of the boundless world,
Invisible enclosures that frame our souls within cold walls,
Paths drawn in the dust of time, silent steel labyrinths,
For our fragile lives, squeezed into norms and regulations.
Every metal...

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Dirty Laundry
Last night in a dream; he was in the strangest place;
He was surrounded by a group of singers; that sang Amazing Grace.
There was a lady in the middle; who had a sign that said...

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Multiply a horseradish with a jar of mustard and gain what exactly? A pickled onion? A beetroot? It's simply quite fascinating the divination of an oven glove. Materialistic bacon joints in a suit can often...

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The bra strap drops,

it clings to my shoulder.

Each inhalation makes the fabric vibrate. 

My hair drips water on my chest.

It penetrates the skin and within.

Me sitting on the edge of the bath tub, 

pondering, 

wondering,...

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Lost In France

1888, Paris.
 
Lost in France.
I do not know, 
Nor understand
The rules of your
Sophisticated dance.
 
This Paris is not for me.
A city of romance, of poetry-
This meeting was my final chance.
You gazed at my withered beauty, askance.
As if I...

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Taped to the door’s plexiglass pane, a portrait
Of a Savior with ardent heart burning
Sunlight invades with the turning of hinges
Untethering the hospitality of Tony, the lone waiter
His Brazilian arms are swinging doors, open to embrace
He...

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I carry within me the rhythm of a winding road, a dance of freedom and longing,
how to resign myself to being constrained within the limits of an infinite world,
rows of poplars as pillars sustain the...

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Time was ticking away as I stumbled in the rain,
            My carriage was in a ravine, the coachman dead;
Oh the beautiful horses with their...

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The streets are shadowy and solemn,
shook only by the drunken alley cries
of men in dance and celebration
of a Saturday night spent well
at Madame’s.

I sink into the fire escape,
as I always do after dinner
to gaze at...

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The lead role was in many a wishing female heart.
Numerous young actresses auditioned for the part
Mr. Fleming said, “We’re looking at girls day and night,
We have seen scores of them, and not one of them...

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Time to be respectable
I live in two homes in my mind
I’m both Frida and Diego
Like me, they lived in Twin Houses
The tortured me lives in the blue one
The elephant in the red and white
The one...

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