Long Flaking Poems

Oh, this impish ill!
this mystic flock of ever-roaming pain;
You now possess fully
my body and my life.
I am at your full attention and mercy;
Do you not rejoice?
Are you not overwhelmingly triumphant?
This very body that shamed kings...

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I awake
  in a thick cropse of trees,
meandering brook splashing nearby,
sunlight stabbing
   through the canopy
in thick rods filled with dust particles.

Cracking my neck
      I rise,
my skin 
...

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Slowly, my ferryboat drifted closer to my dear old home. Before me, the stony peaks of familiar mountains arose from the blue hue, and just as cool salty breezes blew across my face, the childhood...

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You may wonder why I went after Eve.
Let’s face it: That was a big mistake.
At nun-time, attuned to the earth,
paradise on earth was mine…still I wanted more. 
So, I pulled myself up, joined with Re,...

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The Shady Rest Motel

By Elton Camp

Wife and I were on a trip out of state
We were growing tired and it was late
Fairly soon, there wouldn’t be daylight
It was time for us to stop for the...

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(It was 1860 when the English poet Robert Browning
stumbled upon an interesting artefact as he walked
through the city of Florence.  It was a file of documents
from an old Italian criminal trial, and he would...

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Enter Alice, the bestest girl.
Enter Kobalos, The gruesome goblin, 
(You may just see him in the middle of the tree, (or not))

Alice:
Rachael! Rachael! 
What an ill forgotten wood this is
It nerves the jingle jangles from...

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EarthCare Elders
repurposed our red brick industrial
BrownField

Including a rusted metal box
the size and shape of a giant's coffin
orange and dingy brown
metal flaking paradox
floating toward sacred ground
along river's sweeping fed up bed.

Here lived a racoon mother 
as...

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Sexy Love

Some say that love is when our rivers join on cotton sheets in mounting passion
                   ...

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It’s late this night of Halloween
I’m lost and quite alone
Walking down an empty street
To find my way back home

Along this darkened shadowed path
A church in silence sits
So many days recall its past
I’m scared out of...

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It’s a sad and sorry state to drive past every day,
the little Baptist Church I once attended every Sunday.
Weatherboards are flaking paint and spouting needs repair.
The Cross is leaning at an angle and starlings nest...

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dark skin closes over my eyes
ringlets darker than wet curls
stay open, i plead with them
my wrists rest on the keyboard
red and sore, covered by lace black gloves
my feet tap the bed, skin brushing against the...

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Twisting and writhing
Ruffling leaves as she passed
S-curves and U-shapes
Propelled her 
Past the crumbling daylight
Into the absence of sun
Tar and pitch
Where nothing was to be seen

She sank down on her belly, 
Licked the air, thought about...

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I found the bottle lying on a dune of wind-swept sand,
And I brushed the grains upon it with a weak and trembling hand,

I was crazy-mad for water, I was more than three days dry,
So I...

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I am not all happiness.
I am not as bitter as your smile
and I have no lips to make me sense -
to curve around my name and give
me more depth than the air,
than the dust I...

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Billowing taupe clouds, hunker down and hem in the Peninsula,
The morning rips open
A glimpse of sun shone; a lemon curd slivers between slits of of silver illumination
The first hint of light glances up frothing crests...

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She sits in the corner of the hall
Look at her hands, you can see where she draws
Above her left thumb, in black sharpie, a heart of love
Her nails are painted black
Like a song from her...

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I walked through the haunted 
house on the hill, 
through the untended garden first, 
a tangle of foxgloves and weeds,
claws of bracken the hands of the dead. 
Trees, stripped bare branches scratching 
bulging underbelly of...

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Pull out the easel
   set the canvas 
    positioned long and slender clean slate.
Sketch the figures huddled and dark-bound hostage
   to charcoal-cooled coals 
    etching...

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Lonely Awaits

This gathering furl of past
Rising from love’s once moist heart
Now but dry sorrow
Lingering stubbornly
Where once its canvas
Of vibrant color
Rainbowed the future

Today only flaking memories small
Drift downward
Joining queues of bygone erosion
Where emotions of stalwart bedrock
Once...

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Vanishing varnish kindly stood the test of
time in sweet and salty impermanence

A boat shed overgrown and faded into
significance of messages and meaning
of rays and days going by and moving on

And nights of course with moon...

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I want to be held right now.... Idk i just feel so sad and strange, and need it now please help me I cant see myself anymore. I feel like a doll that gets played...

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If I can choose my time to die
winter is my first choice
although I can imagine
any season could be good
for releasing ego’s hold
on troubled ecoEarth-engagement,
should there be such a long-named thing
when I choose my AnthroPrivileged time...

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i may not be a mindful savant
but when i close my eyes, 
i can smell fresh croissants
my mind in golden flaking surprise

i'm not French or raised in Paris
my cuisine tends toward the plain
eyes open again,...

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Oh! daughter of loneliness
worshiper of horus
though quite unaware
collector of dandelions
look over here then
double chins on racehorses!
that slight stain on your two fingers
story of cigarette hungers
and nicotine romances
dealt with in shadow quietly
no fierce gazes now from...

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