Long Erections Poems

Dear John,

All day
yesterday
I loaded up with a cascading river
of mixed anxiety and anticipation
about what to safely and kindly,
transparently and vulnerably
compassionately, so non-violently, share,
what to communicate;

Which narrative tributaries to choose
within this vast spacetime stream
of choices
directions
felt depressions...

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A king entered in a robe,
Clothed in a raiment of
Multitudous colors:
Vast and enormous is he,
Occupying matters of matters,
Spaces of Spaces.
His presence accomodates no vacuum.
Before him was raident throne,
Swathed in light and graced
With fire of sulphur...

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To faith communities
and fraternities,
brotherhoods
and sisterhoods
and sororities,
local non-profits
and friendly neighborhoods,
mediators
and counselors,
cooperative associations,
trauma-informed learning theorists
and practitioners for resilient
mind/body peace,

Do not deceive yourselves.
Continuing to gaze and daze 
on a monotonous monocultural path

Disassociating 
internal v external
navel v social 
my...

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A Sexy Salacious Steam
                               ...

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Before human languaged time and cultural memory,
SunGod radiated EarthGoddess Gaia
"Let's partner to plant a life-giving network."

"Not a bad-good idea!" smiled Earth reflectively,
synergetically and photosynthetically,
regeneratively speaking.

"Yes, and 
an ultimately GREAT mutual-mentoring redemptive concept, 
too!"
ruled YangSun,
listing left...

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When I read the Prodigal Son story
I do my best to find my own story
empathizing with both brothers
as victims of injustices
learned through self and other punishment
and economically dominant political control
by others,
heavily investing in self-victimizing images.

Then...

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Time echoes and resonates without language,
invests in green triumphal backdrop
below mystic blue sky,
splattered

Blossoming in yellows and spindling purples
blues and flaming orange,
fragile moments of fully fertile fractures,
flagrant erections of next generation's hope
for full coloring 
perennially emerging...

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Time echoes and resonates without language,
invests in green triumphal backdrop,
below misty blue sky,
spotted
blossomed in yellows and spindling purples
blues and flaming orange,
fragile moments of fully fertile tone
bilateral shapes and colors,
flagrant erections of next generation's timely hope
for...

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I was reading Trump's Crippled America the other day...

I'm sorry to interrupt, but why?
Isn't his Unreality Show more than taxing enough already?

Well, more than sufficient, actually,
but I was trying to figure out
what he believes a...

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Maybe because I have on my public health hat,
my ego searches for more ecotherapeutic subclimates.

Maybe because we wear our ego/ecotherapeutic climates inside,
Real Whole EarthTime bilaterally searches 
for wealthier public hat health.

Maybe because I'm reading Sorceress...

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An old Ethiopian veteran of the love wars 
once told a newlywed Kenyan kid:
If you want the infant marriage to survive,
make it to the golden years Mt. Kilimanjaro side
You gotta keep the giraffe standing up,
when...

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ladies of the night 
are dressed in finest lace 
while hiding in the shadows 
where they never leave a trace 
on barren - broken - bastard streets 
these ladies have no face 
with tarnished tassels...

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Why does this resonance of love,
lovely resonance,
feel so complexly complicated
to achieve?

Complicating,
complicit in felt imperfection

While red hot hate
burns resiliently,
remains pure
and uncomplicated,
unnuanced,

Vengeance is Mine!
bright as red anger
smoldering in cold
black coal fear
of perfect disregard,
contempt,
anxious judgment,
shaming blame
unequivocal unilateral conviction

I...

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Coming out of my prison door
Accompanied by my companion
Not connected in any way
....but I knew him

Barren wasteland, behind
Freedom beckons my will
I do NOT stop for direction
But run headlong into the chill

Wrapped tightly in failed attempts
To...

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river. gold
liquidcopper sheen & skypulp
mashed upon fatrocked banks 
refracted beams;
reflections.
The kid squeal.
The rowers chirp "hello"
[multiple oar-chasm] we bridge it
with a languid arm-sigh tooing, no fro. Yes, 
the 20th century is over,
and the "Water-Noodle" 
has arrived.

Time...

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in the rusty tide animating bones
of deluded gods reaching for the lie
etched on eroded steles in dead lisps
licking flames of seers tossing guts
filled with blue and red fascists 
infecting the hands of the curious
willing to...

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this looks like heaven but feels like hell...a purgatory prison in a frozen cell
smiles are wide and teeth white as full moons
if this is a blessing it looks more like a curse
straight lines and perfection...digital...

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When are sacred instructions
also secular erections?

How could sacred reconstructions of Spirits fly
without secular deconstructions for Nature's
harmonic polypaths together?

I'm still reading
Sacred Instructions
by She Who Brings The Light,
aka Sherri Mitchell's
natural/spiritual enlightenment.

I think she just said 
Gospel Warriors
of...

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I love this nasty game of a combination of
leisure and life where the trouble maker becomes the victim
and the product of that crafty pencil of our imaginations
is translated into a true life story told by...

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Looking at Mister Death in the mirror each day, I chuckle
The idea of worrying about when my time on earth ends
It really is very comical to me in many ways

At age fifty, I have outlived...

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We populate our LeftBrain language with nouns.
We populate our RightBrain relational verbs with objects,
with objectives,
cooperatively positive
and competitively mistrusted
as notnot double-binding negative.

We populate this bicameral life with animated subjects
and unanimated,
static objects.

We animate Earth-bound sensory experience
with dynamic...

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Like many poets before, I have tried all which-way
not to measure love – not to price love~
Like a post office puts sentiment to a ruler

meters jewelry purchased, already with the
weight of grief -- a romantically...

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My EarthMom used to stand easy
at our kitchen sink,
looking out across our fertile backyard
vegetable garden,

Rising from humbly short
but brilliantly red/green
bodhisattva radishes
inside white but spicy,
not the least bit sweet privileged
with vanilla nonperformance,

To the back soldier rows
of...

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MINNIE

Entrant.
Act One. Scene Five. A voyage into The Minnie.
Never embark on this imagination without Me
Como dije, te ves hermosa
With gusto sing I the booty song with every strength I can muster.
Lips sumptuous, dripping sweetness is...

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When my addiction speaks

It's your last hit you say,
I’ll get clean one day.
I'll give up the blow,
After this show.
After this drink I will definitely stop,
I am standing here handcuffed being dragged by the cops.
I will...

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