Long Flaked Poems

I used to dream of a dark hall. Dim. Empty with thick cheap navy curtains. 
The breeze. It felt hot and old. It shivered in the curtains that lined the walls on both sides.
The breeze....

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I used to dream of a dark hall. Dim. Empty with thick cheap navy curtains. 
The breeze. It felt hot and old. It shivered in the curtains that lined the walls on both sides.
The breeze....

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We were chasing each other through the woods,
behind the old neighborhood
where your parents still live.
I was heaving with bent-over laughter,
trying to catch up to your looking-back smile,
and then you disappeared into that opening
where the sun...

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The Great Escape

Perched on a rooftop terrace in glorious sunshine he watches ahead
Floats on his sky looks inwards and ponders the magic path unravel
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Eastern Front Anger

The tiled oven exploded smoke and debris was strewn
everywhere in the room which had been untidy
before plasticine animals went up into flames
before authoritarian anger banged and exploded 
before I knew what anger and...

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This day is hot and bright and  fills my weary eyes,
and while sleep is gone it lies in wait.
The years have gone and the weeds have come. 
The dandelions are hard hot yellow in...

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Daytime has downgraded joys into sorrow and fearful shadows lead the way

The stars above have abandoned me and heaven has closed down for repairs

Once there had been a comet a rising star lighting up my...

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This bed was never meant for conquest
or desire.

Just for the voice of the humble Sunday rain; 

watching every exquisite drop bubble and scatter across the sun-chiseled paint
of the window seal. 
A vision as comfortable as...

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III.
But I had a much higher purpose now,
damned or not, I would serve the True God,
for thirty years I served with my brothers,
upon a humble path I faithfully trod.

Maybe I wasn’t a miracle worker,
though I...

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It was the time when art was king,
Of artists whose praises  we all sing.
Great minds there were in the Renaissance,
Through eons , unsurpassed, with little advance.

Greatness was embodied in the works of art,
In Lorenzo's...

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I descend from Prussian tradition full of frozen rain and fire’s marches

Lagoons and marshes my father and history know about the Baltic Sea where 
          ...

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Looking through frosted glass of windows' sorrowed pain I who

Reflects upon the frozen condensation in the shelter of my mind

Delight that there are crystals on the panel which refract the joy


On the grace bestowed upon...

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Botched Artwork Saves Town

Sometime last year, in late August 2015, something unusual went viral..
It was an ancient picture on the wall, vastly unlike its original art..

A piece of botched artwork, unfinished, and yet all over...

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     " In titanium haze of love,
             truth is but a mere lie, 
     ...

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a diabolical grace ...

dark, deep, warm-black arms of
an endless night wrap me ...
head thrown back in abdication -
arms spread wide in surrender,
falling backward, back, back, onto a
hard dogwood blackness ...
nails of my own stark weakness
fasten...

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Running cracks of lead flaked paint, spiders across the front door like a grandfather's
forehead. 
Its hinges squeal from years of inattention and forgotten maintenance
Floor boards moan a song of dismemberment and forgotten age
While musty gloom...

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Every morning I hear the cereal crackle,
I see the milk soak into the flakes
And I hope I can eat it before it gets soggy.
How hard it is to get up in the morning
To force a...

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The twisting and turning snatches of light are back on the wall
I can't decypher them - they don't have messages within 
There's more to be known from snatches of caught words than prepared words
The truth...

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3/4 to 1 pound of ground lamb
1/4 cup of lemon juice
3 tablespoons of rosemary
1 tablespoon of cayenne pepper
1 tablespoon of ground ginger
1 tablespoon of garlic cloves (crushed)
3 anchovies (smashed into a paste)
1/4 teaspoon of cinnamon
1/4...

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Am I dreaming 
or have I dreamt myself awake
I can’t seem to discern 
between real and fake
What’s right 
What’s wrong
which direction 
should I take
Am I reasonably responsible 
for the many mistakes I might make

Backward bouncy...

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referred to as
a creation
where lovers
enjoy what they eat
something greater and grandeur
than something ordinary
................................................
6 pork chops
1 tablespoon of cumin
1 tablespoon of garlic powder
2 tablespoons of cayenne
1 tablespoon of onion powder
1 tablespoon of celery salt
4 tablespoons of...

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Watch me creep upon your virgin abode
without a husbandry humping request
to take what is mine from no/mo/mojoe months of 
exsocietal solutiservititude of sexlessages unimpressed. 
Finally, the the universaladity of our fauxphysicosexual spirits melding
into a one...

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I  used to love the stars in the skies
until I saw the sparkle in your eyes,
my heart once fell for a gentle Dove
until you flew into my world with Love.

You are a timeless tale...

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That bridge hanging precariously
  Across the threatening gulf
Was the only escape to mortality
                   For we were...

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As the days draw out I spy a human-heron trying his patience and mine, 
    
         trying to persuade the wind by genuflecting before...

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