Long Facsimiles Poems

Courtesy of Marx (albeit Zeppo, Harpo, Groucho, and Chico) 
whose acts brought generations of laughter to Vaudeville and 
then the Silver Screen adlibbed, linkedin, and ransacked skits 
zoid material Bing very loosely based on writings...

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She frowned at him, still dressed in his skins,
then cast her gaze upon sweet Nell.
“Why do you bring a savage with you?
Long, lost, little brother, do tell?”
Prent knew this would be a hard sell.
“She’s your...

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The told us to hate all people
who were born with real pale skin,
as if lacking pigmentation
was like an original sin.
Though these people had done nothing,
they cried out,”Look to the past!
These people killed and they had...

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The era of catatonic self-destruction has risen yet again from boulder-blocked caves,
Whose cavernous stalactite incisors drip with the blood of thorny crowns,
Worn in punitive irony for the subversion of fertile inferiority,
Which, like rabbits, duplicates and...

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A bedroom should be pleasant
a place where futures are conceived
where wonderful dreams in their effervescence are woven and believed.

when dreams aren't loved, supported and nurtured,
they are cast aside along with the future.
weeds now grow instead...

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Cats

Patiently, cats eyed, alert and poised for action;
More than ready to eat, not greet, or fuss affectionately,
'She’busies herself with the important work
of savaging your rucksack straps;
‘He’, inspecting cupboards and wincing at draughts,
looks on, anticipating some...

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“Waiting in the Soul Electric”



We all drown 
in the red madness
sometime 

Crying oceans
of saltwater 
we tear

Like torn pages
we rise rebellious
on all the blazing currents

floating on a thin simile of Life
kissing the Bluebird’s Wings
as innocent as...

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I gotta n itch) Lenin, where alien archeologists 
from outer limits of the twilight zone unearthed 
(com) bust stubble rubble yes likeness of Guy 
Richie Rich Noir, whose couture, the best skid 
row wardrobe.

He sported...

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Some parts have regenerated
not backwards, local history
cannot be expunged with a backhoe and eraser.
There are facilities, collection plants,
distributions centers, storage units.
Where once summer sky’s grazed
there are mechanical cows
and the rusting bull horns of the defunct.
Creeks...

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WEIGHTLESS

More often than not, you clutch tightly,
The very things that weigh you down;
Beliefs, suppositions, fears and so much doubt,
You line the lie of being emancipated,
When in actual fact, freedom is alien to you.

You define yourself...

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Set on a dissertation painted ebony
With the cancellation brushstrokes of despair;
Night in her starless petticoats
Curtsied on teraformed life
Repeating itself in stammered facsimiles.

Glazed by whiskey priest sermons
Slurred and deformed in gin-joint churches,
The blood of Christ mainlined...

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Every fascination becomes a bauble
a gold encrusted noose
on which to dangle
the desperation of appeal

Stuffed into feathers fashioned
cushions fighting for the adverts
these sown together facsimiles 
is the me in expressive tailor-made

And your life a piece of...

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Dabbed on the cortex, the whorls radiate,
swirl their trajectory ‘round and ‘round,
pressing the matter ‘till synapses spit,
the messages stammer in running aground,
teleprompt thoughts, the lost and found.

Tracings of despotic imprints of hate,
spidering sly with malevolent...

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A walrus and a carpenter were sitting on a beach.
They had eaten a bunch of oysters within their reach.
After eating, the walrus expressed a bit of remorse.
They ate so many; they had no room for...

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Cuatro Tetractys

Politics, circumvent, all common sense,
facsimiles,
non exist.
Raise tax
ax.
……………………………….................................
Thus,
we the
tax payers,
of common sense,
should circumvent, by our two cents, these gents!
………………………………...............................
Raise tax of wealthy, to the healthy max.
Lift up ax tax.
Stop grinding,
face of
poor!
……………………………….............................
Need us of common sense,...

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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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