Long Epiphanic Poems

Nineveh *
*Deep I have fallen 
    eyelids leaden with sleep
       just a hole to crawl in 
         and...

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the Medicare, an undeserved fund the patients spend,
which seems extremely excrescent,
must be crushed immediately without any mend. 
No coverage serves them right! Be they gravely ill or convalescent.
In his favor, all the rules the Capitol...

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Alone, I camp below Cathedral Peak – 

God, I know you’re not whom we say you are
and you should have a good case for slander –
What fantastic tales we tell about you; 
I wonder if...

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She could leave at any time. She really could. She didn't know her own reasons for staying. Called herself a coward, told herself she was just like everyone else. She wasn't broken enough for tape...

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She could leave at any time. She really could. She didn't know her own reasons for staying. Called herself a coward, told herself she was just like everyone else. She wasn't broken enough for tape...

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White vapors appear as pollution sized continents reside in our open waters. 

Men are missing more teeth than technology has to offer.

Beggars are asking for cigarettes and demanding five dollars. 

Cars are so many and...

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Epiphanic jubilance as you begin exerting pharmaceutical control over your mental chemistry. You start to see that radiant joy, manic despair, mild boredom and every other “feeling” are merely patterns of chemiconeural-synaptic-firings—patterns that are now...

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An epiphanic moment

pale dew drops clung to silky petals as
light breeze held wispy branchlets in its sway
blooms lay snug steeped in enigmatic scents,
waves pirouetting ,dainty in ascent
soon settled into ripples teasing seas
while mountains stood agape;...

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(I)
Each of my fingers,
like coiled spades
embellished with rust,
dig through
soiled tomes of
Greek epistles

Each line,
an epiphanic assault,
peeling away at the
obdurate scabs
perched on the surface
of my corroded casing,
revealing my
labyrinth layering,
my tellurian textures

(II)
Lo! change ambushes me
like an uncoiled
python sprawling
the...

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profiling the divine phallus
on terraced shrouds of fault the dilemma
of arcane notation starts for that
succultent rumours, emotively torn asunder,

a green room becomes epiphanic,
the voice was gone with black sun ;
buried onto neck in the drenched...

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profiling the devine phallus
on terraced shrouds of fault the dilemma
of arcane notation starts for that
succultent rumours, emotively torn asunder,


a green room becomes epiphanic,
the voice was gone with black sun ;
buried onto neck in the drenched...

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We are dots
unyoked in the astral pencil sketch
disjointed blots
swinging on the vines
pouncing around for residues
epiphanic morsels sprinkled
like salt on gaping wounds

Lo! Look at how we gulp the wine
while we masquerade the dulia
this elixir's fragrance
frosts then...

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