Long Doormats Poems

Once,
or twice, 
maybe thrice,
surely not
not fractal

A clan of crazy ecofeminists
conspired within an 88 unit residential castle
in their historically converted 
sometimes hysterically clueless condo
colonial-red predative brick 
badly bald aging building

With a sometimes soggy south walled school,
but...

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Here's my thing.
I wonder if Yin-UnDead,
river of Time's ebbing wave
predicts Yang-Love Health Abundant PowerWith.

No, really,
I think about that,
and I wonder if EcoReligious CoOperative Messiahs
could also become Bodhisattva Integral-Unitarian Occupiers,
Zero-centric self-invested/divested PlaceHolders,
bilaterally stretching thresholds toward health-balanced...

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'BRRRING BRRRING' said the telephone

“Oh hello” said the wide viewfinder to the telephone. “How are you today?” The telephone fell silent. Very silent. It had no battery with which to call, speak, shout or do...

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Inspiration comes disguised in a variety of ways.  News stories. Flash floods. A crying child in a grocery store.  A person sitting along the highway holding a ‘will work for food’ sign. ...

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BORN IN A GHETTO

Powerless and choiceless birth and place
It is the place where dreams are turned into fantasy
The elite and elect build walls to cage us in caves of poverty
This place where Politian’s use us...

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I am a "Woman", 

A - "Woman" who is all real. 

and when I say (real), I mean in every way. 

I have laugh lines, crow’s feet, stretch marks. 

I have grey hair, dark circles,...

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What is it about us and our kind
Quietly sitting there
Not calling out the bullies
The liars the cheats the fake
Taking it passively from that
Whole class of degenerates

We’re just interested in being happy
In our little world of...

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To those who harrass; the yobos we call bullies
I'd gladly string you up by the seat of your woolies
Then from a barn rafter
You would hear my laughter
While swinging overhead from ropes and pulleys

I'd stuff each...

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COMBAT

Look at the placemat, land sat
Begat of that play nothing prevails
I place my hat on a hook
Threw it didn't take a first look
Muskrat  Nebat fell on the bell
Trip and fell down the wishing well
On...

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You never loved an apple tree,
As much as I hate a flea;
They leap, they spring without wings,
And march to tunes that mother sings.

They hide in rugs and in stuffed chairs,
And pay no heed to anxious...

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In my domain I am the child again
lost in labyrinth of stairways
unable to find my home.

A swarm of bees descends
gives anaphylactic shock
I am dead in my arms.

You carry a dead gorilla
on the makeshift scaffold,
somewhere a...

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