Long Fleshing Poems

Roses are red violets are blue
Low self-centered pricks.
That doesn't deserve to be hired need to be fired.
For I am getting annoyed by they violation. seriously need to be fired.

Roses are red violets are blue.
Eye for...

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If you told me 6 months ago I'll breath
just fine without you I laugh and proclaim
you kidding

My eyes are as dry as the desert my heart
learnt hardly to partially live without you
Before time passed by...

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From “The Last Land”

From a burning hell my shell broke free and with it
The parade of vanished angels moving in group
Along the edge of the enormous Galaxies and all of them started to sing:

	I'm the...

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SOUP SAFARI
,      ,        ,        ,



here I am in NYC...packing after a safari –theme night party
with Soup...

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SATURATED SEEDLINGS:

Start 

A solid life form
Shelled until Saturated
Grounded in suppressing soil
Surrounded and submerged in darkness

A seminally insignificant seedling
Attempting to sprout above the horizon

To let the sweet sunshine photosynthesize itself

The green applaudance
As its begins breaking through...

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La Loba rose with the sun barely glancing over the desert’s surface.
This old hag was as reliable and necessary 
as the fall dearth marching toward the spring’s refrain.

She carried with her a sack in which...

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HANG OUT LIFE

As the tadpoles hangout with the floating cork; so many lives.
Hoping to develop into desires dreams.
Each  stage of existence, lives find  place to hangout.
Some hangout  in bus stations, drinking bars,...

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The Dry Dispatches 

To the sullen cemetery in the sun we trudge,
No better place indeed to find memory’s heartbeat, 
and a plate of forgiveness inside its eating green gardens,
as human bones hypnotize the dry dispatches.
No,...

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None fiction

You to Young to understand
Since the night I birth you I fell in love.
Your tiny hands, your 6pound weight that felt like I had 2.
That night was a special moment  your bith was...

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My lala mal flats is skinking like that
Shimmy, Jimmy, gimme some of that hat
We're fleshing and flexing, cheek to cheek
meshing, on do-own
Shimmy, little Jimmy will ya break a my heart?

My pushaloopa swish swash skirt
gonna twirl...

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Ripples running from the moist
Hot, water.
That mix together with heat and create light.
As is the way of summer,
Steaming,
Fleshing out black letters
Micro chips in beaded into your skin.
Where the hard sounds of sentences 
And paragraphs 
Flourish.
Like...

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5 for Howard

When I came to sit, fleshing out the day
by three west windows where on good days
the sky blushes at its edges, or flames
a scarlet denouemont, my gaze flickering
from the boredom of Sunday television
found...

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beak’s pecking away
chiselling wood from my side
hole reveals insides

is it work or play
pecker’s constant yammering
or to stir me up

plug up scab or slug
the critter who’s fleshing out
a home for squirrels

i’m feeling squirrely
running on a hamster...

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