Long Electroshock Poems

He doesn’t have to prove anything to me. The Holy Spirit, that is. I’ve always known He’s there, from childhood on, even if I ignored Him for many years. But like others growing older, I...

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It's hard to believe it has been nine years
since my brother delivered each box.
They all seemed to hold a special key,
mysteries and memories to unlock.
 
My Dad had lived a mostly happy life,
and I remember him...

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Spore your appreciation, edification, information...,
orchestration, and utilization,
a moss fungi (fun guy) attests his marriage
synonymous with symbiotic relationship.

Nostalgic acquiescence about fictitious life,
oblivescence about current travails
and reminiscence about
transcendence into utopia
prompts me to revisit livingsocial,
now that yours truly
among...

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The Wall Street Journal recently reviewed Allan Horwitz's book, "DSM: A History of Psychiatry's Bible", which claims that 'DSM', the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders, is a 'social creation', as in: what real...

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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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Salty glass eyes,
Thimbles brimming
with summer-leaf green poison
stare back at me.

A stare chilled subzero.
I, of course, imagine this stare
is a defense mechanism to hide her troubles.
I imagine a glimmer of light
that luminates from her bust.
This is...

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When i was a young boy - ink stained test once with the girl
and the ink was sweet he 'said';
it made us unclean this test, from the man for he was the tester;
And that picture...

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I tried to kill myself two days ago, 
Two days after my 24th birthday.
It didn’t work,
I can’t even do that right.
Instead of compassion and understanding from my family,
Or even love;
I got anger.
They are all pretending...

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I Can't Wait For Death

And finally take one last breath
where hands of Seth
Thomas no longer clock
freed at last from cataclysmic aftershock
reverberating thru every baited cell
after quaking mine flinty bedrock
well nigh since birth zapping bloodstock,

an existence...

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Frankie boy,
you’re so ghoulishly handsome
with your graveyard tan

My baby boy is
one Munster hunk of a man 
With your strong and cold 
cadaver Addams Family hands

You’re gonna make 
your momma Morticia cry
And wipe the nightshade mascara
from...

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These walls, crumbling through time.
seeing old metal beds, stained mattresses,
broken sinks and toilets, rusted old medical supplies and a vacant morgue.

 I'm walking through a dark place where pain was inflicted, 
on patients to non...

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In the eyes of the law, he was black
As black as the ace of spades, not one of them
The dreams he carried to this land 
Were stowed upon the sail ship here
Nigeria to Leeds with...

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there is something in the air
that speaks to the piercing rain -
some giant, flailing whisp of interminable beauty.
the dazzling electroshock of occassional
sprinting spears,
wonderful in appearance,
sinister in execution.

the moon lingers in the water,
but disappears on land...

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