Long Gapped Poems

(dirty dental deeds done dirt cheap,
yet...aye value, treasure, revere...those
loosely fading cutting edge com man 
dubble size memories.)

(Witch role an 
   unavoidable mandatory phase),
that nowadays breaks the piggybank 
   like a dropped...

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(witch role an unavoidable mandatory phase)
that nowadays breaks the piggybank 
   like a dropped fragile vase
you most likely nod assent if offspring  grown, 

   or ponder new found challenge 
...

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long, but a fast read!



“Grandma, please take us to the fair,”
in unison, the grandkids pled.
The boy was 10; the girl, just 4.
“OKAY! Let’s hit the road,” I said.

The nearest open parking space
was many yards shy...

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above named entitled african american orthodontist 
   crowned specialist exemplary de jure by this dad
sans perfecting offset dentition of me daughter – shana – who had
quite noticeable gapped teeth – just the opposite...

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First hosting angels with God and son
Then I'd become a glimmer in my father's eye
Met my mother then I arrived
A babe with NO teeth
At age of three I have some bones
Cartilages harden made of marrow
A...

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his jean jacket hangs waiting on the chair.
				his floor is littered with gum wrappers and scratched lyrics
and crumpled tube socks 
and little pieces of him.

i press my face into his pillow where his smell is...

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Obsession is a disease!
That turns from one person to another.
Ruins one life after another.
Einstein had once rightly predicted
Way back that,
A day would come when obsession
Will make us the slaves of technology.
But its not obsession in...

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Sharp teeth incising my neck, 
It's uncontrollably going on trek, 
Intimate vampire whom can't be seen,
From his wounded mouth slowly drip my flesh and blood,
Assasination pinned to mortify the efficacy of an elite, 
My heart...

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The lost bell
That never would make a sound
Hopes fade, 
With the 
Tick, tick, tick, tick sound of the time
The temperature of the blood rises
I’m in my bed again
No wonder 
About the nightmares

A dark kingdom, 
Not...

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Your truth feels like a derailed train on my backbone and below me, a ravine who knows nothing apart from what has been thrown down her throat. 

The gapped bridge hangs in the balance with...

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I don’t want him ready! I want him resplendent!
                          ...

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Your gun was as a beam of light
in the house; it split the haze 
of smoke and childhood, 
scored the jaw of the ceiling
into its rows of endless caries
festered with the slightest grains of sugary...

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Giuseppe Abbati did interiors in oil.
The Window, open to outside, remains distressed
With rough serrated edges, checked with voids.
Time dried, these shrunken widths of planks have gapped apart.
Its hinges must have closed some dismal weather out.

Today...

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