Long Cubicles Poems

YOU ARRIVED ON CUE I SUPPOSE RIGHT AFTER THE CHRISTMAS DAY ARSONS MURDERS PROCLAIMING MY LIFE WAS IN GRAVE DANGER WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT ARSON MURDER 8 ELDERLY PERSONS PARISHES PROCLAIMED MY EX HUSBAND...

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Who suggests a trip back...rides to this bit of nostalgia in the middle years of the Great Depression aboard a Chicago elevated train, "the El." We hurdle head-long above asphalt blanketed streets that are determined...

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Weary weapons wearing writhing works wonderfully wreathed wigs...... Oh wow how magnificent the yellow radiance of a piece of straw. Leaning bending learning. Admire nit a wisdom curl if a pitch of ball. Throw away...

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Inches make feet without inches there is no foot without beginnings there is no work without measure there is no dearth without a ruler there is no worth there must be rules and there are...

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God cannot intervene in sovereignty 
and the boy will plead no innocence. 
Seedlings  cannot control the wind,
in birth the Oak has called their name
 a command from the forest  unseen.

A  biblical sandstorm...

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And there are not enough cubicles and grey paneling that 
sugar rock candy lights won’t cut 
the sapling eye from its still decline into Abyss.

And there are not enough sad thoughts wars rapes to gratify...

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You know that summertime is gone
		when a chill is in the air
		when snow is in the forecast
		and hockey sticks appear
		when kids with toques and earmuffs
		show up on every street
		stick-handling wayward tennis balls
		on tar and on...

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They parachuted in the sky with a mission to live or die hundreds of them bond together, cruising in the skies and surveying the hills .I watched from earth with curiosity as they broke the...

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Gods of glowing neon and gaudy screens
smile upon charming, charming patterns of heads.
All colors of hair, lit red, then green, then blue,
guided along invisible paths, crown heads
perspiring, chanting and glancing down
on marching, mechanical arms, then...

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Your paradigm's a relic and yes, 
a plea from data's cemetery
While I sculpt luminaries on screens 
a sable sea.

"Company loyalty!" a myth 
spun in your reverie.
But AI forges kingdoms 
in ephemeral memory.
Survival's a mosaic 
the...

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I can’t walk out on this feeling,
The fat lady has just about sung the
Ultimate aria of her own selfish pain and loss.
The duality of my desires schism through my heart
Like a fuzzy scalpel, cutting and...

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Morning emerged out of night dark.
Shy sun began to show its face,
It streaked the night sky with daylight,
The dawn was striking and clear,
Blue azure sparkled in the spectacle of sunlight,
I left warmth of cozy bed...

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presently, the patch of an eye, one seeing,
the other believing; and the bite of a bunny
above a lip - such a dangerous deliverance.

presently, the Winter witch, pricks fingers,
which crack and throb, like patches of ice.
cream...

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An ordinary 
Work day
Coworkers hunched 
In cubicles
Or in open areas 
Suddenly, a voice
Someone is here to see you
Looking up
I saw an elderly gentleman
With a brightly colored package in his hand 
Who simply said,
Hello, I hope...

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MR. SIBARBARA

Mr. Sibarbara was 30s fat    really fat!    A big, fat, 
     good natured Italian senior
He got fat    stayed fat  ...

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Samantha feels like spider kill --
horribly alive, but stuck.
Stuck!
Inside the  web
functional furniture
desperate office art.
No windows, so no seasons.
Thank God her mind took protective, evasive
measures long ago.
She's unbudgeable.
She's prehistoric!
And it's a beautiful day in the...

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The NYC. Detective strolled into his little office that once had been a janitors supply 
closet in an elementary school . It was converted into a police station after the school had 
found a more...

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In the dawn’s hazy light, I see them,
The weary souls trudging forth,
Faces etched with half-slept weariness,
Their spirits longing for escape.

In this bustling cityscape,
They gather at public transport stops,
A sea of bodies, disenchanted,
Each lost in his...

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The city doesn’t need any elevators
Or escalators or anything to push people up
There are no clouds in this brightened city
no bourgeoisie emancipation, no atypical beauty
silicon bosoms out on the overstretched skies
mechanical tirades of the undiluted...

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Yes, This Day Is Done

In the corner of the deck unseen,
An old lady with a floppy straw hat,
Tired, arthritic, reads in afternoon's cool,
And listens for the dogs.

For first there is a hum on the roads,
Then...

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After I lost my job 
I sat 
In my apartment 
For days
With the windows closed 
Staring at the walls 
Pretending 
I had someplace to go. 
  
I was always told 
You’re lucky 
To have...

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I used to complain about having to work at night on weekends.
Everyone was having fun but li'l ol' me.
Some years back I had an epiphany on the matter.
Suddenly, I had time to cash my check...

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lately, i have been in this female mood
for some kind of abandon, that
which exhales the tigress fire
out of my lungs digging the veins
from a week's' routine movements
pruned to the barest of a payroll’s droll…
antiseptic cubicles...

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... but first we must establish one thing:

What kinda box are we talking about here?

If it's the pizza variety then no thoughts necessary!
Just dig in and put off consequences 'til later.
Though afterwards you might be...

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