Long Fuelled Poems

Thanksgiving, 1971,
a parachute pilgrim approaches Northwest Flight 305
as Dan Cooper, anonymous businessman,  anarchist airborne, 
black suit, black sunglasses, a black tie
and a black briefcase broaching black motives,
Portland to Seattle, prison or criminal pantheon, 
before...

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Lusting Abyss, his Darkness.
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Darkness is he, soulless totally
It's abyss he commands desiring what he sees

In front of him stands a virgin pure as the driven snow
For white he knows it is, upon she his darkness...

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"The Emasculation of Man"
 


The world goes by loudly
emasculated man 
sees nothing 
for what it’s worth
ignorant and 
pumelling chests
gorilla armies 
neanderthals
small brained 
with closed fists 
power hungry 
greed-fuelled 
knowing all 
blind to the 
supernatural
natural course...

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Three cousins played a “game’ of war
A map of Europe spread across the floor
No adults there to keep the score
As each of them wanted more and more

Three of four empires lay upon that map
As they...

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"Heart"  

Deep fissures formed
in the cracks of 
the nowhere place
where time leeched
bleeding claret 
through the green 
veined blues

protean bit by bit
the flesh disappears
prematurely 6ft under
mulch for rebirth
the subcontinent
conscientious conscience 
inward reaching

the divine central tableau...

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Embrace The Lines

Vitality marks gently stretch your soft skin beyond the wildest dreams of
beauty unbound where children had once or thrice embraced your womb
the soothing waters cushioning and cradling three miracles three water 
marks engraved...

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Good evening to all out there this is wabc radios late night slot call in show with your host Tom Morrow, the theme is on pesonality traits and how we percive them
not myself personally.' I...

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.........................................INNOCENCE
..................................Oh!  it is so very asleep
.........................As we grow up the bliss that we seek 
....................To stay innocent blissfully innocent -As kids
...............My lovely world-  it conspires to keep me so clean
..........No cigarettes no porn...

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Boob jobs and bomb jobs

Sisters in arms those tits and those weapons of massive 
destruction sex and death go together in dynamics
thermodynamics psychodynamics fused on the playground 
of this life of this poem on which...

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To this day, the breath labours on still 
Marrow birthing blood same as ever 
to keep this battered carriage oiled
The soul wills the flesh to hobble on 
and prays the spirit keeps aflame 
The game...

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The Sinai Rose finch, oblivious to the commotion in the nearby city, busily gathered dry grass and floral fodder to repair her nest, disturbed by a human behemoth, snatching the thorny brambles which hid the...

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This year's Halloween edition....





"Pale Horse and the Yellow Submarines"



There approaches 
One

Light bringer
rides a dead pony

albino 
red eyed, no gun

or so 
the story goes

pale 
as death

hear its 
Netherworld neigh

beetles 
dig deep 

pigeons coo 
novocained

ignorant 
messages fixed

dull...

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Kerry Ann gleamed with undeterred joy and twinkled in anticipation

It was her birthday and as a true Sagittarius she had colourful vision 

And a sharp bow for shooting the moon to get closer to serious...

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Us kids on the scrap heap estate, we were never going anywhere
poverty deprivation criminal activity was here to stay
Social Services, poor bastards, had no idea what to do
no, no one had a blasted clue
then, some...

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Heart, tempestuous and wild
Delights in the dance of contrast
Although knowing it will not last
Frolics about like a playful child

Mother and Father join the play
Name of the game is separation 
Hide and seek, before their union
Foiled...

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In forgotten dreams
a  lonely phoenix gives its last breath
to birth  an ancient  spell. 
An  egg that is forged  from her heart

This last act  of innocence
Will  gives hope to...

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I can feel it. 
It’s not quite tangible, 
Just out of reach,
Yet nonetheless real. 
Like a sixth sense on my sixth sense. 
The anticipation hangs in the air, 
The thick, jelly like, immovable air. 
Tempers...

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1 2 1 2 in a tutu playing croquet at three pm

Abracadabra is a giant kilo of horse manure thrown at the head with a boom. But a boom is neither a boomerang nor a...

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- - - An observation of true events - - - 
  - - (insatiable person's search) - - 

Aiming to embellish my identity 
Rural persona branches further 
Tight city existence not meant for...

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In the twilight hours I lie
On my back face-up closed-eyes facing the sky
I am clarity
Not fully awake or asleep 
Free of prejudiced mind and sanity
And my mind wanders 
Snippets of thoughts and assessments
Judgements and decisions...

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I took you for your final walk
On that crisp and sunny day
The blanket round your 
shoulders
To keep the chill at bay

We didn't talk the way we 
should
I filled the gaps with platitudes
Those precious moments lost
To...

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Imagine a small frail girl,
Sitting in the darkest corner of a poorly lit room, 
Only lit by the cautious sunlight that rebelliously shines through the crack in the curtain – if she dares
And thank God...

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Penned like cattle, as if chattel,
     cages rattle, sounds of brattle,
          no more tattle, keen for battle.
Be free, my brothers!

The cause is...

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As I lay down a year and stand at the threshold of another
I look back at an eventful year
It had ups and downs but I am grateful you were always there
Never let go, never left...

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2011, the modern year, coming closed
         in 2012, and passive fat assed American apathy
strangles feeling from the esophagus, **** it.

    I choke, cough out...

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