Long Fiscal Poems

My wounded heart drinks deep from the rotting gut of misery,
Humanity vomits its relics onto the oozing tiles of the real.
I see kids chewing syringes like candy canes,
Their innocence smashed, face down on the concrete...

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It has been said
There is no bad question
asked with cooperative integrity.

While those asked with competing disintegrity,
mendaciously,
are not really questions at all.

That said,
conceded as asked and answered,
Some questions remain
more ecologically and economically,
politically and personally,
publicly and intimately,
naturally...

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What are some differences
between post-millennial Trumpism
and pre-millennial Republicanism?

I know...I know!
Republicans used to be fiscal conservatives
but now support a one trillion dollar deficit
per unaffordable health and safety care year,

Expanded deficit spending 
despite taking more from not...

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Sophistication of sinister online skulduggery...

lurks within the outer limits of cyberspace,
where dark shadows eclipse edge of night
indistinguishable from the twilight zone.

Within the Internet binary size weavers loom
shuttlecock whizzes (analogous to a bad mitten)
at speed of...

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Mitchell: At this level, as with the rest, one might also find those who have stumbled down from a higher step on the crystal staircase from dancing too many tangos in their Manolo Blahniks, as...

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They say I need too much
to keep a positive
young-yang attitude,

More
and deeper soul,
higher sacred grace 
of gifted gratitude.

So do I often feel,
except privileged they feel too little
to let go
of supremely negative yin karma,
bad win/lose memories
with empty...

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If we were to follow a health model
for optimizing both economic and ecological wealth outcomes,
then investment in public and domestic educational systems
for active ecotherapeutic practice
and developing cooperative, self-regenerative systems,
would become our primary fiscal investment,

While military-surgical...

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Facial Recognition Blues

Physicists speculating about a cosmic hologram 
Anarchists debating about the next message from Uncle Sam
The archaic ageing of the technology of the Telegram
An innocent waiting for an answer from an Annogram

Images of scientific...

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Overture toward false Maritime Law,
Commercial illegality Certificate of Births,
What on Earth then are we really here for?
Is but one query in a desperate realm, a sea of illusion and neurotic mirth..
Trapped in voyage to an...

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INTELLIGENCE REPORT:


           The following is an address given to the 1st Mercenary force
           by Major...

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Moving through the pulse and the flow
A timetable of fixed dilation
A given
And measured 
Ellipse
To the people it trips
As they ride the crest
Of the waves
Of emotions
Just prisoners of 
Perpetual motion
Never ceasing
Never pretending to be
Anything more

Born into...

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as all the “elected” puppets congregate
with hands tied behind their backs
& marionette strings held in the hands of
corporate america (aka the global corporate),
they edge the tips of their toes along the
“fiscal cliff,” in order to...

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As with many dreams, I do not understand the dream I had last night.  On the night of December 19, 2007, I dreamed about a candidate for President of the United States.  I...

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I finished high school in the 60's, a decade of 'Change and Revolution'.                      ...

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I've felt it said
here
time and again

That a personal issue
is also about political tissue
reconnecting economic responsibilities
risks
opportunities fiscal
annual
perennial

Centers of felt pleasure
and good humor
are Passions,
not only small
and great transitional
but resonantly
resiliently multi-anecdotal,

Excluding all DisPassions
DeGenerations
and humorless passions
actively resisting future dispassions,
loss
suffering
mortality
and...

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Entrance into the Garden of Eden
An Exit Oft Repeated in Four Acts
By Sy Roth

Act 1—Somnolence

Smells of winter tickle a warm sun.
Crisp air, 
Red, brown and yellow leaves, 
Thrust the trees aside for their impending sleep.

They...

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I am writing to ask you about yourself
And your family in Nigeria and other black countries.
I have seen the bitter difference here;
The difference between Nigeria and other countries,
Then tears stream down from my eyes as...

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Senor's wealth management...
battered pinata like

Yours truly courtesy servitude
tethered existence suffers neck
brunt of yoke
fiscal recklessness got me woke
within cosmic schema, 
a mere infinitesimal speck.

Insolvent crisis principally bespoke
interestingly enough
caught me off balance
sudden pennilessness
(dollar short/ day late dada)
analogous...

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We have the left; we have the right.
In the political arena they both fight.

Always claiming to be on our side,
With ferocious rhetoric, opponents they deride.

Vote for us, to be saved from a vicious clan’s
Reckless and...

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The rich fare so poorly
in completely divesting of the gold chains
Losing it all ... casting away
the luster of the pearly platinum 
family portraits on the baroque mansion, 
spiral stairway wall

The copper savings ... deposit daub...

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Annette Arnold had recently left college
And was thrust into flimsy dating realms; 
She grabbed pen and paper to describe
Top-choice dude of her fanciest dreams. 

Dashingly handsome and of complexion nice,
And gallant gait akin to quaint...

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A is for an album to hold my stamp hoard,
B is for back of book where my “specials” are stored.

C is for the cancellation that causes such strife,
D is for definitives with their unlimited life.

E...

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Begin
Thus spoke the Premier in a solemn voice
Announced the implementation of a new plan
There are too many scams, I had no choice
It is to benefit the common man

At the stroke of midnight when the corrupt...

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It was a funeral of dead flowers.
A silent and solemn ritual it was,
The wordlessness was not meant to strike
A figurative note. Make no mistake!
It was not the day of efflorescence.
The end was inevitable and justifiable,
Leaving...

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What am I?

I don’t know.
Maybe a scream searching for its name in the dark,
maybe a child with scraped knees
on the burning road,
a man with his throat clenched
by the noose of stars,
when the church bells shatters
Beneath...

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