Long Cufflinks Poems

"50 Words for Poe: Strangelove"


Strangelove was waiting  
in Holdnerness
He was anticipating 
with a certain glee 
The “Arrival” of 
Ms Bon Vivant, her sharpness
and sharing conversation 
over Kumquat Jam, Scones and 
clotted cream at High...

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Last night I had the most amazing dream. I found true love with a man who had no name. He was casually dressed in jeans and a T and smelled incredible. 
We were at a...

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"Tease for Two"



“Ein bisschen Zucker 
mit Ihrer Sahne, Sir?“

German accent 
smoky toned 
she purred

Periwinkles suavely winked, 
then played with his -

cufflinks

“Not now Schvee Tart” 
he said holding his attache tight 
looking across the room
grinning Lupine...

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they met, once upon a time-
her silky hand melds with his
for but a moment 
an exchanged glance, fleeting
chocolate brown orbs
swimming in pools of milk
ebony hair dancing across her 
backless gown as she walks away
walked away…

swirling...

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It began with a bargain on a winter night,
When the cupboards were bare
And hope sat idle in the corners.


He came with frost on his collar,
A gentleman adorned in a burgundy suit
Polished alligator shoes, crimson silk...

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Daddy! 
You had to drive me to school everyday and pick me up.
I was only six and we had noschool buses.

One wintry afternoon, I came out, a blizzard whirled all about.
Wearing no boots or leggings,...

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It is necessary to remember.... 
to remember the sorrows,
to remember the victories,
to remember the deceased...

In our short walk
through this world,
every single memory
confirms our existence.

They say that 
knowledge
is the only thing
that can’t be taken away from...

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They call it a temple of knowledge,
but the walls were never meant for thought—
only the careful curation of power,
where names are chiseled in Latin
and inheritance is mistaken for intelligence.

The gates are high,
not to keep the...

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Wiseguys

when I was a skinny
eight-year-old boy
I knew him as
Willy Shoes

it was Brooklyn 
in 1950 and
some men had
strange names 
reflections of personality
deed or look

he and his friends
never seemed to have jobs
but gathered on corners 
played cards...

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In 2013 Amélie Ségarra danced on a Grand Piano with knives 
taped to the tips of her feet.
The room is empty apart from a single man in a music box
He wears a black an white...

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Chateau Pl

A sleep walk guided by reflections
Although somethings were real
Not the front entry way
Or the stair case
Or the garage for that matter
Scrubbed and alcohol swabbed shoes
Eating off those would've been though
Pee sitting down!
And cologne must...

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"Gutter Hearts"



He’s got a gutter Heart
bleeds words that birth
diamonds sharp on his tongue

They hit her like 
bullets from an Uzi gun
Silent, her heart implodes like molten marshmallow

She’s standing in the cafeteria 
moving grease with a...

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Man with cufflinks
Woman with fine jewels
Rubies resting on booby's,
Sick stories and inverted crosses 
Orgies and they all yell more fish! 
Secret Societies taking over nations, 
Yates conspiracy and religions fantasy
Crossed bones those dark tales, 
Corpses:...

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Can this stream of tears ever dry? 
It won't stop, however I try! 
Its floods expand the more I cry! 
Each droplet can bake me a fry.

So gentle souls could fly this high, 
That the...

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Sticks and stones, they break your bones, and words they disembowel. Poetry is a dagger, linguistics a humble cowl. Lab rat hearted heathens pray the plagues consume the town. Iron sharpens iron, Don't let the...

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How it burns:
this image of you:
onyx cufflinks, pin striped suit, crisp black shirt
on your way to your funeral, your wedding, your song to sing
How it aches:
this memory of you:
tragedy smile, eyes of drugs, ragged stance
on...

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The blonde went down  
with not must resistance
shunning off a stressful afternoon
 
the scene played of society, high
as I peered at all the pretense
and pretend of an I want to be
better than you and...

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Hotel terraces art nouveau  ironwork  and  interiors
Mother of pearl cufflinks painters actors musicians
Scooters racing around an antiquity filled Italian city
Mediterranean charm "How do you like your breakky?"
Feeling faint she lay on the...

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