Long Freeze dried Poems

Since the Garden of Eden and Cleopatra,
snakes strike great fear in man
I have it—ophidiophobia---
legless lizards equal repulsion
 
Slithering, sliding as they move
something about friction and scales
like goose bumps on human flesh
more than I want to...

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icy daggers serrated his chilly mind
memories sharp as polar bear’s claws 
wielded reminiscent evocation in pain
how he longed for selective amnesia

heart and reason at war with the enemy
a battle only to be won if he...

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Can you tell me my friend
How long has it been
At least 30 years or more

I still think of you
Being one in their youth
As I have yet to pull that cord

Pictures inside my mind
Are stuck in...

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Hands like dirt
Cracking in sunlight
where weeping willows grow and glow
burning in the snow
freeze-dried
tied below and pulled into a flash fire
your art dies you write the words
"right before they kissed"
with the "i"s undotted
time unalloted 
the crime...

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Death’s Less Than Nothing!

Death’s less than nothing, a frail, not one welcomes or offers a cold one /
a glass of fine wine. Death is nobody’s friend one might meet on this plane.
Death is tasteless and...

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12/28/18
I just received a gift from my {step}mother, 
Only three days late this year.
It's a Santa Claus soap dispenser... with a twirl and a twist. 
I used to own it well over twenty years since.
It...

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The raspy rustling of freeze-dried multicolored leaves
Rush past my raised windows and open door as the soft breeze
Gathers its strength and sprays them haphazardly along
The leaf cluttered sidewalk and shadowed lined street.
Fall is rushing past...

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Walking through a grove of maple trees,
I saunter amongst swaying giants.
Musky odors assault my nostrils
with the smell of damp, decaying leaves.
Nature's scents in perfect harmony;
nurturing and invigorating.

Sunlight pierces the bare canopy
with flickering rays of its...

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A bleak and wintry cold
invades and takes a hold of
this heart and hostage mind
  gripping emotion’s buried shrapnel,
  twisting hard and fast,
wreaking vengeance of a kind.

Yet still there is control
of this dark and...

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The Monkey's Uncle

 I'm french fried
freeze dried
pour tabasco on top
if you think I lied

if I look your way
I will go astray
pat the monkey's head
every night and day

you drive me mad
with your beautiful smile
for one of...

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Every last one of my thoughts
Is begged, borrowed or stolen 
Somewhere in memory
They are freeze-dried or frozen 

I want to chip at the edifice
Want to recognize what's real
Is it some second-hand artifact
Or a thing I...

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In between a wand and a warded space 
lies an old Book Of Shadows to embrace;

Fee fried foe thumbs, 
throw them in as the guitar strums;

Picked over hair follicles and toenails,
A few fast words followed...

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When the sky crashes down onto your weary soul remember

	It’s a lot of thin air and you are never closer to nutritious clouds


When your world falls into a hole of paramount proportions

	Consider being down to...

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