Long Erasures Poems

     by how many badbyes can you measure the length of your day

                 first comes...

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Translation of Eric Mottram’s KRIM: AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY TO SEPTEMBER 1989 - II by T. Wignesan

( This poem is from the collection, ESTUARIES: Poems 1989-91. Twickenham: Solaris, 1992, 62p. Pub. by Yasmin and Peterjon Skelt. Back...

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Translation of Eric Mottram’s KRIM: AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY TO SEPTEMBER 1989 - I by T. Wignesan

( This poem is from the collection, ESTUARIES: Poems 1989-91. Twickenham: Solaris, 1992, 62p. Pub. by Yasmin and Peterjon Skelt. Back...

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Translation of Eric Mottram’s KRIM: AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY TO SEPTEMBER 1989 - III by T. Wignesan

( This poem is from the collection, ESTUARIES: Poems 1989-91. Twickenham: Solaris, 1992, 62p. Pub. by Yasmin and Peterjon Skelt. Back...

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Over a yellow River of {Drunken} Smiles,
 
A Dove, faded by erasures and weeks
 
suffocating Crashing rotten Joy--- orgasm Smell of Arrested Motion
 
Coming swift without Warranty or Return Policy
 
Almost invisible Dusty Distance
 
Crossed...

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Into what wisp of cloud or clod did my poem flee?
Into what minuscular pinch of diaphanous, free-floating empyreal, stratospheric air did my figurative furled parchment disappear?
Where are those poignant yet comic, yet weird and allusive...

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Not sure when all of this started
Maybe the day sanity departed
But now I find that I like to chew
On anything the color of blue

The transition was rather simple
Erasures from colored pencils
Of course you know the...

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That-to-that; hither then thither…
Here I am with my special child
exuberantly racing as one
around love’s bonding moments
driving pencils, propelled by hope
zooming upward, sliding downward
toward flight destination~~~

Dot-to-dot… one-two-three…
Here we are as mentor-student
bursting midst glee for correct lines...

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The blast of a cast aghast with fuss on a blunderbuss
Flew and grew a crew who rued chances and stances to discuss
Differences in conciliation conferences that coerced cooperation
Amplified by the serenity and dignity delegates drew...

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Wrinkles in time produce erasures of mind
Loving you with only the faint residue of who I am
Like a hard drive wiped clean
But the user’s sweat still clings to the keyboard
The interface had to wait to...

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You find old poems in the attic
in a box with the Remington Rand
you wrote them on in the Sixties
before computers were born.

They were published then in little
magazines like Bitterroot, the one 
put out by Menke...

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Shavings of eraser skin clot her eyelashes
And she’s afraid to blink
Because she doesn’t want the flakes to drop in her eyes
It all hung above her head like a thunderstorm
The ridicule 
The bruises beneath her rind
The...

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Somehow they must think;
He’s impervious to pain;
Like some sort of superman;
One might dare to surmise;
    But he’s not who they think he is;
    And so then becomes;
  ...

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Eractive verses
dissolve in
circumvented
waves of
irreal words
& surreal swords
(mill for the grist)

Versating ellisions
mutate in
discombobulated
wordclouds of
maloverted lords
& diverted hordes
     
Egestive extremism
emerges from
specious endgames
& epic sadism
   
Mismusing holists
grope for hope
within mischievous holes
& eternal...

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