Long Enfant terrible 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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Though I wrote no book 
attention summoned to look 
at following--->>>

Urgent message – to send Mephistophelian madman back to stone age

predicated upon past and present, I gauge
will offer ogre golden opportunity 
to rewrite anarchistic playbook...

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Booth made famous on April 15th, MDCCCLXV... 
Sic semper tyrannis ad mortem
("Thus always I bring death to tyrants").

Ever since early forerunners 
of twenty first century
mankind (sprinted 
across trackless expanse extant
upon planet Earth), 
modern Homo Sapiens...

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Or Woman, Or Child, Or...

The following elucidated
     conjecture actually can
(reed best) be taken with a grain
     of salt, and no re ban
nah nah split 'ope ya 'ere...

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There’s only a dew of elixir in the bottom of the empty cup sleeping as lamb
Now they call it heart, I call it polluted spirit, and you may call it ruby pomegranate granules
But we the...

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Don't point your finger
           and indict me as a spoilt child.
      You made me this way; you built me 
...

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It's amazing what parents will do to their kids,
Pay a doctor to lie so their child need not serve
His own country in war! Fake bone spurs strike a nerve?
Did Trump learn while still young how...

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A man begins the search outside his head
with wondering, what kind of God would make
a wind-up primate, hot to rule his world,
endowed with nothing more than jealousy 
to motivate his simian success.

But no, there simply...

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“A meager life!”
the world hurls out.

Brooding rage stirs -
grave music in mind:
an orchestra of feelings,
unsatisfied turmoiled thoughts,
perceived by paining wounds -
heartbeat
	with frightening velocity.

	An enfant terrible -
	Alone,
	singing to himself
	a parable:
	paradoxal
	to martyred music,
	divining 
	death

while the blithe world...

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To An Odious Orange One:

Oh enfant terrible, tiny hands clutching at the flag, 
Weaned from Mother's nipple too soon,
The nurse fed you caviar with a long silver spoon,
Saw your Father and the butler together, ...

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"Deep Sea Sky Blue" 

the contented life
rises and falls
bedded 

the treasure chest
is touched briefly
inside a shell opens
constricted mind
of heart swallows
the bends, 
it is found
wanting, so 
releases 
the fast, 
changeling
embryo soul, 
le enfant terrible
feeling the rips
like...

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