Long Cubist Poems

As the odyssey in the skiff continued a more sentient being begun to appear,
At times feeling as a eunuch who was unable to change anything,
In zenith of toxicity as miasma on a cold misty morning.
What...

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I was a compelling abstract painter, engrossed in the world of vibrant colors,
Like the endless intensities of rainbow hues, that cancel any need for others.

Beauty was was always in my naked eye, in warped images...

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Inside The Mysterious Enigmatic Fragmentary...
Mortal Mind Of Matthew Scott Harris
ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK!

Seedy gobbledygook ergot
visibly argot bubbled, burbled, bustled...forth 
yea...give garbled, jangled, warbled shoutout
if ye doth render
mug gadabout totally confounding,

this unfettered voluminous confection
ruff lee...

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In the depths of Van Gogh's starry night,
A passion burned, and a soul took flight.
Colours swirled in a cosmic dance,
His paintbrush, his fervent romance.

Michelangelo with marble white,
Carved life from stone, a glorious sight.
David emerged with...

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his eyelids conclude why bother
manacled they led him away
to the exact center of their city
they tried everything
cattle prod fire hose blow dryer
ineluctable forces of nature
now there are wires in his head
his neo-cubist portrait
ended up on...

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mourning death
                       in between breaths

       pretending 
...

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I. BISMUTH  [83]
rainbow-sheened cubist castles -- silver-pink of hue 

II. IODINE  [53]
gunmetal grey crystals sublime -- and billow purple 

III GALLIUM  [31]
metallic grey and stiff -- melting in a cordial clasp

IV. HELIUM...

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Racists beat some other racists, bigots hate some other bigots
Gunman kill some other gunman, thieves deceive some other thieves
Politicians of both parties share the views that must divide them
But they hate each other madly, cause...

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"Her Mind is a Carnival of Picasso Harlequins"

Walking through the poetic frames of featureless ghosts
her fingers play like harps their ectoplasmic cages
strange symbols that clang the frivolity of vacuumed cleaned emptiness
dissolving in the invisible time...

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Standing on my head
looking up at the trees
and the sparkling sky

When it’s dark I don’t see
the ship float by nor
the tsunami sea

Upside-down women
on either side
of cotton candy eventide

When the light’s bright
palms and ferns come to...

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Must you mileage chalk up in free verse speed way

   For Kim Patrice Nunez*, with hope

Must you mileage chalk up in free verse speed way
Let your wheels skid by letting loose grip on...

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COLD WAR ARTIST 


The art of such intention is fatigue
At living lies outside the scope of death,

To wear in the last blitzkrieg
A shroud meaning artist, a wreath

Of columbine in the hair, but the kitchen eyes,
Carbuncled...

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Organized collection of data
Splayed open in the meta
I played jokingly Alpha
It was a riot of type Beta
”... Time to test the schemata …”
Arc.of.tech.sure….
Painting a picture pure
Tables related undone
Mental re.codification.On
Reason clears the horizon
Sunrise surprise modification…
Interface driver...

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.                           “The Artistic Style-lings of a Synthetic Cubist”

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COTTAGE IN THE WOODS

It’s hazy
A scrim tints all shades the same – like the
Washed-yellow flowers fronting a shallow pond –
Making ghostly the cozy, little cottage beyond,
Which rises from the rushes and wild cover,
Nearly hidden by...

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It’s all been decided for me
I was told to get up and go
To reap the harvests for free
Which I had no idea to sow
In a competition of fictions
The most plausible won
I bargained three new convictions
For...

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Skyline Art to Home

Skylines
Puncturing clear blue blue skies,
Evidence of mankind’s rise,
Or fall.

Skylines
Winky, Twinkly, in dark black nights
Changing, changing ‘til dawn from twilight,
Low or tall.

Skylines
Wrapped in mystic fog of morn;
Vehicles forced to press on horns;
In a...

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Cracked mirror reflects my hate.
It sees how far I miscalculate.
Trepidation at my fingertips.
Dry cracked and bleeding lips.

Involuntary act of aggressive passion.
Cloaked in viral gaudy fashion.
Trapped in paths of midnight wander.
Caves that scream out of the...

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STILL LIFE WITH FRUIT

In spite of the orchard
A far white moon dominates
Its sick room presence lifts the eye

Still life with fruit –
Crescent dish with bananas, apples, pears -
A wrinkled bed spread falls off the sky

In...

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AMALGAMS of reality

dreams diversified
          nostalgia 
for the country
      of his soul


colour
    clarified
echos of nature
    with
      the universal
flying
floating
images of marital bliss

 emotion elevated
   ...

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