Long Ellipses Poems

January 13th 2024 - Happy Lxv-th birthday Matthew Scott Harris

date of conception:?  ~ Late March – mid April 1958.
date of parturition: January xiii, mcmlix.
date of expiration:? January i, eminem, 
where earth, wind, and fire...

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Happy Lxiv birthday Matthew Scott Harris

date of conception:?  ~ Late March – mid April 1958.
date of parturition: January xiii, mcmlix.
date of expiration:? January i, eminem.

A gangly, measly, and scraggly bundle
of lovely bones even as...

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The Anatomy of a Kural: Maxim Number 245 (taken at random) of the Thirukkural, the Tamil Classic on Ethics by Thiruvalluvar 

allal arulaalvaarkku illai valivalangum

mallalmaa naalam kari (K245)

“The teeming earth's vast realm, round which the...

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Dark cultures of irritating dissonant pearls,
pearl persons,
perelman,
decomposing zero-souled wisdom,
nondual dark beauty
wherein peace reigns beyond fear
of transparently codestined lives 
with deathly thresholds reflecting new moon delight,
dancing and singing bright bachanal
through fading dramatic
epic operatic
dreams 
of future adventurous...

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We’re (my roommates and I) at a specific time of youth - a time I’ll call “close.” We aren’t fully adults but we’re close, we’re not completely out and independent, but we’re close. And once...

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"Paying homage to ancestral kyanites, 
      which once vibrated with indigo streams
  in sparks of salient storms ~
   I soar across melancholic mangroves, 
   ...

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(alternately titled: a pudendum posse petty filed trophy - 
by hy phen - made declarative).
 
Appearance of the New Courier
(with namesake "Georgia Ives")
flew into the courtroom
faster than Bold face WingDings.

After the judge opened
waxed sealed envelope...

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Part One

“Apart from its popular conception of transmigration, (which is) sometimes almost humouristic, Manimekhalai offers a documentary contribution of immense value, under an easily accessible form, on the philosophical speculations of Ancient India.
The cosmology of...

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The Lie

I am an insect waiting to be squashed!

I stare hard at the ground
as if fascinated, enthralled by it
while, above, eyes of cold-cobalt  
wait to gouge and burrow out 
any self-belief that might still...

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Villanelle: Whose terse lines lie entangled in the colophon
  
 for the author - male or female, prince or pauper, playboy or priest - of the
   THIRUKKURAL*, the reputed "bible" of the...

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An old hotel in Portland
Rain hitting street lamps
The buzzer
Click
Surveillance camera
“Can I get a room?”

It used to be called the "Burnside Triangle" back when it was still gay

Bump Bump da Bump da bump
Nightclubs bangin’
Young twinks in...

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He was either looking for a home in his mother' thought;
A place where lost freedom is found to be a lurking land. 
He was either searching for the colour of a new song,
a song of...

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Part Two


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Jones
Day
Unwelcome sun
Wait
Wait
Wait

“Hey Claire, see if that old queen next door’s got anything.”
“I don’t think she’s up yet.”
“I will give five bucks for a rinse.”
Wait
Wait in a parking lot
Wait 

A man at the hotel
Nodding off
Hugging himself
Ignoring...

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What Punctuation Marks

        ————————————————————————
(Dedicated to our Pens)


Commencing with colons saying,
    “Look at what follows me”:
Commas go with the need to breathe, 
Adding, or between, as...

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I.

I am devastated by the fire and frost 
of these seasons between separation and divorce. 
No vindictive act quite cures the phantom pain 
that exists only in the emptiness.

II.
Dim capsules pad my senses
and brittle fruits...

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A period here. a question mark there?
A handful of commas,,,tossed in the air
To fall all willy-nilly but he doesn't care.
Then he closes his eyes so he never sees,
And does it again with apostrophe's.

Next colons: and...

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Lift your celestial gaze to be amazed in Wonder
As has Ptolemy, then Copernicus and Kepler after
Who are the capricious Gods who dance in wander
To revere Mercury? Venus? Mars? Saturn? Jupiter? 

Ptolemy imagined a play staged...

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Cast a glance to the comet up high
with a name sounding awkward and dry
          (in the stellar marquee
        ...

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flashes of light
                      fanciful
          ...

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My gypsy, mystic, music soul dances in ellipses
Down pathways of holy manta mandalas.
Ritualistic, shamanists trace circles in painted sand,
And, I stand in boots of slavery,
Like a penitent at the altar,
Seeking entry permission at
The vulvic door...

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I linger beyond 
the rigid dormitories 
where wise, winter diplomats 
speculate over my weaknesses 
and vernal rites 
(as if I have no rights). 

Still I can hear the arguments 
staged as soliloquies 
by ancient wooden...

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"Not everyone who drinks is a poet ... some of us drink because we're NOT poets" -  Dudley Moore, "Arthur"



Not all poets are lonely and envied, apart,
       Broken,...

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Shadowlight

Words without color
Are words drawn from an empty well
From fathoms of dusty knowledge that rapidly fade
As time encroaches time

And sounds without song
Are but shards of empty utterances that once belonged to language
Where once melody passed...

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Living in a clockwork Universe
Before we knew the truth  of  random acts
Circles ignored squares , was that perverse?

Clockwork,  logic  Aristotle, terse
This what we thought to be the facts
Living in a clockwork...

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