Long Dermis Poems

Face to the sky,
Breath of the Caribbean
Woven with earthy Autumn,
Saturates the alveoli of my lungs,
Pouring raw impulses into the neurons of
My pleasure centers, so triggering a myriad of
Memories ... the demurring requiem to summer tide...

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Goodbye six pack hello* poetry scribes

My poetic side COSMOFUNNEL
wordsmith thanks tumblr in his noggin
ofttimes triggering babbling brook 
to swell after deluge
becoming stream of consciousness runnel
carving, gouging, and liquidating topography 
qua zee mow toe natural formed...

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Twice the night had fallen upon a sleepless slumber,
Yet again awoken by winter when the third was three in number.

I sense that a silence doth sneak ‘tween cracks of weathered wood,
Conniving with that which shadows...

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Once the night had fallen upon a sleepless slumber,
Whence the winter woke me when the third was three in number.

I sense that a wince doth lurk and wear which wicked gaze,
Of conniving shadows cast between...

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Thrice the night—the day!—both fell to sleepless slumber,
But now in Spring, though yet again: The third was three in number. 

I sense a wince remind itself,
Of what it means to be,
Instead to beg for booked...

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A wince doth lurk wearing which wicked gaze,
Of conniving cast shadows ‘tween my windowpanes.

Gazing through the window’s diaphanous gelid glass, 
I see a flushing fluorescent misty haze of frothy brass.

It floats aloft the frost of...

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The crinkle in her hair
The bends of her waste
The fullness of her lips
I recognize as she sits under  the shade of that tree

The dip in his step
Wave breaks of his hair 
And the dialect...

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“Dream in Dreams" 
My mind awakes to taste the tongues of those words you release. Yeah its speaks to me!
Am hungry for those pink lips merry and mellow I wish to soak in.  
Commanding...

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It was a five ringed circus
Complete with the ragged remains of a tourniquet
Heavily fringed by the under eye baggage of a bloated nefarious
Clown soul that is
Blowing across the freeway garnished with the white plastic baggies
From...

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On scarred green corduroy couches, lined with age, sighing under my weight-

Like bearded old men, releasing ages of wearied wisdom, 

Slipping in their sleep-

In rooms wreathed in smoke, wafting between breaths of laughter and exhale

And...

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Twenty-three ...

The freckles on your nape,
          Tiny islands of wonder on your silky dermis ...
           ...

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“he’s crazy” …

you said to your bestie,
(but in a VERY good way),
loud enough for me to hear -
both your girlish giggles fading
with distance …
I ran …
fast as young legs could carry,
spattering the wet sand -
phosphorescent...

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GOOSEBUMPS
     
      I experience sudden keen sensation on dermis 
       with tiny swellings erecting skin hairs momentarily 
  ...

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We wend through life with hopes of one true love,
          Quite rare, such fits, that match you like a glove ...
     A...

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With much disdain i say this
That much like we adapt to environments
Our environments molds into us All we experience
We are what we endure.

Wish we, and by we I mean he
could've shaken this tainted water from...

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That About A Face

Previously responsible concerning an adolescent resplendent facial hallmark,
Awarded to privileges and sanctioned embellishment favoring enhancement,
Over time, years chip away unnoticeably o'er worn breathless moments,

Taunt texture of an arduous youth evaporates in a...

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Animals in top hats,
Ride bicycles en road,
Spoked wheels and pedaled spats,
Round about, in ornamental spode. 

Animals in monocles,
Spectate in obeisance,
Cuffed by inked chronicle:
Renascence-linked complacence.

Animals in Model Ts,
Toot along en route,
To queue below burlesque marquee,
Bloating bruit...

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You ...

Burn fast in me
Searing like molten metal in my veins
Coursing my flesh with fiery magma, streaming
Each breath taken is more oxygen to feed the flames you ignite

Bones and marrow scorched with electric ferocity, afire
Core,...

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Nothing was tweaked when life's circle was formed
You would see speck of dark gem, microscopic, perfect!
This dark became chameleon
All voices hushed, as marriage vows were spoken
Never mind the veil, the mask, the caste
We were of...

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It is my observation that 
those who violently oppose the opinion
Or belief of another

their own self bias disclose 

 I want to believe
In a power 
Greater than my own

 To have a hope
  For...

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Handpicked, like coffee seeds or strawberries, ten eggs I kept
Like a tensed insomniac, for a long time I'd not slept
I found a change in the bloom of the dermis as days passed
There came out surprise-filled...

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Life’s tortures seem a part of my biological design
absorbing pain, a phenotype
and solutions, seemingly advancing in a slow motion
ten hands all over, tearing my blouse
hundred long nails
shredding my skin down to the dermis

The waters have...

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I am  the porcelain dermis seat;
I have been greeted by many without deceit.

Doing the dirty work; I don’t mind -
For this is my purpose; my daily grind -

I watch young children potty train;
Their parent’s...

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in white muslin she is laid out
Neruda’s Page read 
in her last light 


a white dermis that once rippled,  
to hold within each pore a kiss of life
once breathed in blood and sweat 
was...

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For days we mount white stallion, 
going westward,
far from the black stone path
The beast pants, 
but carry on 
with fire in its eyes
New shoots down-trodden in the channel

I taste the straps on forerunners 
deep beyond...

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