Long Etiolated Poems

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She seemed to be like a delicate portrait
   which had fallen from its gilded frame 
Abandoned, lying face down on the cold winter floor
   An elegant portrait once painted
In resplendent hues...

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I understand this
Without lenders there are no borrowers
Without borrowers there are no gain
Of debt multiplying
And without debt
No one can buy nor sell again.
For everyone must want
And makes things
Accessible like products
Spilling, and spilling
Into the endless blackhole
In...

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CLOUDY SKY
Cloudy sky
Say no more to us
About rain to come.
For acrid are your lies,
And by your rhetoric speech
No more are we enthralled.
For, this perennial drought,
On pages, in archives lies.
For rain to come,
In vain revelry the...

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It was late in the afternoon
Of the 17th of January 1993
That my whole
Intoxicated universe
Finally exploded
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O lord, deep sorrows weigh on my heart, 

You created me, 

Where shall I go? 

Without you, To whom would I share my sorrows, 

I am a white flower in the garden of Autumn: scentless,...

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I who am…insipid, vapid bland, inadequate life
My life halfhearted I am uninspired
I am Spiritless in a place of safety refuge
I am for certain, I need,
a deed to land in life and death
How chosen are we
When...

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For a while now,
I thought I feel no longer.
Transiently this gravity etiolated,
But you, like Optimus Prime
came to my rescue.

Like magnetic flux you appeared,
And lured me into your field.
Now I am lost in your radar,
You give...

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BLACKBOARD BLUES

I woke up this morning and I had the blues
And the blacks and the Reds and greens whence to choose
In days gone by when boards were black
And teachers weren't wary but on the attack

Chalk...

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SERVITUDE TO PRIDE
See,
Our love that once
Like an inferno burnt,
Now, like an ember smolders,
And beyond kindle by pride has become.
Our psyches by pride wreathed, in loneliness
Our hearts writhe and our mirth into myth retracts.

Without,
A serene heart...

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The blue sky is not heaven
It's not the same thing at all
Dear friends.

We often speak of the firmament of yesteryear
By day, the sky is dazzling like an etiolated flower
Dear friends.

Defying gravity is to soar into...

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My abecedarian fingers
Numb to their recalculations and lexicons
I brush slimly my thumb through each
And clasp myself in fives or nines

It sinks its full weight like an equivocate clasp
One gaucherie to an eldritch comeuppance 
A padlock...

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Eclipse               


without sun
I am etiolated,
enfeebled, bereft

my backbone heavy
and limp,
muscles stale and indurate
from disuse

I try to lift my face,
feel the light, 
even...

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Last night, the "wolf moon's" crepuscular aura glowed.

A luminous peach orb, it hung in its abode 
so spectacularly, that I silently slowed
my weekend walk through the willowwacks, while words flowed,
as molten lava from volcanoes would...

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Cancer, a mutant cell, a stain on life,
remission can go for years,
and give you some time,
to enjoy your life,
but one day, it rears its crown,
and your finis is on the horizon.

Once you've been diagnosed,
you will...

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