Long Exhibitionist Poems

Last evening I noticed another disconcerting Trump headline.
This felt and smelled more like a deadline
for disintegration
than a lifeline,
a bootstrap, if you will,
toward integrity of health and regenerative safety,
which I thought was front and center
in our...

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In glamor-light of sunset
a new crowd of cumulus clouds arrive
and revive a sepia sky-scene—
unworldly woolgatherers gather
spinning fantasy fluff into quixotic yarns
of debutantes dancing with honeymoon hunger;
their dewy eyes blurred by the sawdust of stardust

pseudo-princess-pleasure-seekers
—drama daring...

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Present wedded bliss haint no touchstone...

Circa ~ late spring/ early summer 1978
twas at behest of Harriet Harris,
thus due credit mother dearest
(she long since passed away)
who tried, to bribe, coax, exhort...
(protracted effort not all in vain),
cuz...

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Said THC to Alcohol,
A political difference I find between us,
I am more RightBrain cooperative exhibitionist
and you more LeftBrain inhibitor.

Which implies, Alcohol sneers,
you more holier holonic
than LeftBrain EgoThou?

Only to EitherOrthodox 
or kill it 
Thou,
smiles THC,
To me...

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Humanity Upon the Falling

Catastrophic predictions for humanities future
Another universal wound that needs an international suture 
A forced appropriation into sacred laws and culture 
A non linear approach to living by an exhibitionist social vulture

Wondering through...

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Humanity Upon the Falling

Catastrophic predictions for humanities future
Another universal wound that needs an international suture 
A forced appropriation into sacred laws and culture 
A non linear approach to living by an exhibitionist social vulture

Wondering through...

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Old Jane Gallagher, 
she was fine, 
in that sun shining on an every-day-girl sort of way.
Giggling 
as her checkers clacked and she stacked up her kings, 
funny 
how young women enter men’s senses and take...

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A day in my life

She coming out of the bus she has forgotten the umbrella walks 
slowly and her face is more African now that she is old,
she uses it as a walking stick, which...

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X marks the spot to the treasure I seek on your treasure map; x is where I shall find the answers to all of the questions I have asked
And then there are x’s in place...

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Hand me a pen so that I may write the most stunning 
love poem in the world.
Hand me the most luxurious paper so the writing appears 
elegant and well placed.
Let the words flow from my...

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Shy of condition

Shyness afflicted

Shy opaque canvas butterfly

Who only speaks when addressed

Oh shy , Oh shy
Opaque butterfly
Who only speaks when addressed

Converses only in chilling whispers
shyness permitting

Corner to corner when in a room searching camouflage in which
to...

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90 down the expressway and I’m handling this stick 
I am the true definition of a ride or die chick

Changing lanes, swerving in and out of traffic
Head in your lap, and I’m working my magic

Doing...

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pouring
sexy velvet origins
ignoring
delicacies begging please
forming
mold and fashion flesh driven sins
storing
homemade porno potion remedies
preparing
visual nude food female medicines
exploring
the view from subdued dirty knees


erotic deep massage sensualities
high flame temptation recipes
lust concoction cream filling candies
who is the bondage...

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I scramble through this wilderness
Not knowing where to land
The dreams I had seen
Seems to have diluted
In the poisonous waters of the plastic ocean.

This exhibitionist world demands my obedience
But I beg to differ
For THEY know not
My...

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Nature opens itself more 
To people who look deeply
Than to those that bother
Only to just see

She’s a showoff, a braggart, exhibitionist,
A Grande Dame, a diva …yet
Her Bette Midler/Madonna persona
Is revealed to only people like me

People...

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This boy must be in season,

this blaze-headed feather jack 

hammering shack up condos

into swooned oaks, sautéing up fire

ants for a seductive nibble in the pulp.

You can hear him all over the island

a mating pummel; his...

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Forever, the twain shall meet.
Like a prostitute and the street.

Ever competing for shift eye, top seeding.(dead meat)
Dogs and Cats, dark alleys, ever meeting.

Con artists with snake oil.(fish oil?)
Suckers in headdress of foil.

A Halloween party, each...

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When a full moon was taking a bath
by the serene lake, you moved about in
abandoned identity, your sides flaring up.

A slate gray nubion cloud was tossed
around by a tall tree. Hotstepping you despaired
to prevent a...

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The balancing act 

New Year’s Eve how fine it was
Red wine and grilled meat
An exhibitionist dance alone
On wooden legs 
Fell into a lake of wine almost
Drowned till someone pulled the plug
And he waded ashore to...

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