Long Fumigated Poems

Remember the days of
                   yesteryear
when family ties were
         ...

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Unlike the days of old when cities were built with walls. Unlike the streets        of my rearing, the place where my story began.  And unlike a lone...

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They say the virus does not exist. Why?
our leaders politicize its mortality
profiteers make it a minted and crispy business
rumour mongers carry myths of it across the Nile
and the poor are to isolate at home in...

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The bright Christmas lights on my city house are so colorful and traditional,
hopefully when I get my high utility bill I won't become too irrational,
and watching everyone open up their gifts makes me want to...

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fumigated like stockade lice
you Wall St. cologne jockeys
would be 3rd World land fill
recall that consciousness is tunable
adjust your volume to a comfortable level
because Turette's plus Alzheimer's 
is a  nation destroying combo
I forgot what I...

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A curled-up bundle of skin and hair
Adorns the window-seat
The sorry remains of Kitty
The old lady down the street

To those who saw her struggle daily
With her heavy shopping trolley
All of her ignorant neighbours
And her estranged sister...

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Remembering the days of yesteryear
when family ties were held most dear,
gas lamps flickered in the back street
while most of us danced a different beat.
Tragic alleyways of smog and smut
“Live over the brush”* branded a sl*t,
silhouettes...

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Touch has been circulated in these times of touch me not and news only travelling for the battle of

breathing.

Our love could never be expressed in hugs or kissing but a wave with restrictions and levels.

Human...

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A Cook’s Battle 

The ship -cook was tired it had been a long day, the ship was old 
full of cockroaches, one had found its way in his bread dough and 
when the captain cut...

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Sarah, for your birthday, I do not want to ruin the surprise,
So put on your mask, and here is a blinder to cover your eyes.
I will give you hints as we get on our private...

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Every jump, hop, or twirl led her forward
into the world of her grown up self
She caught glimpses of the woman she wanted to be
As she played her heart out with her friends.
But when she was...

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Every jump, hop, or twirl led her forward
into the world of her grown up self
She caught glimpses of the woman she wanted to be
As she played her heart out with her friends.
But when she was...

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I close my eyes and recall yesterdays beautiful summers 
barbecues from charcoal bricks and slow basted meats 
aromas that lingered long after the first sizzle of rare 
Mother arriving with a platter of raw hotdogs...

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We fear they may yet be alive.
All the sick-minded dead
all those prone to evil,
their essences not gone
but still in our heads.

We must take the good with the bad.
If we are all the very image of...

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