Long Gentrified Poems

  Another Cruel Link in their Chain 

1.   Beginnings

Her babe was her joy, such a beautiful boy,
	and he suckled her breast till the end.
The slaver sought cash, bestowed mammy a thrash,
	sold her...

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Hypothetically, what if I (a born again atheist)...
tentatively took page from playbook of devout believers...

Allowing, enabling, and providing
cautious optimism to abound
thus easing grief instead
reason to rejoice found
once corpse cremated
or buried underground.

Whereby reincarnation will eventually...
mitigate grief...

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(Garden yourself and Emmanuel 
against risking life and limb,
especially as dark shadows edge - 
of night bring dim
mention onset of when shifting shapes swim
all around reducing slice 
of daylight slim).

I write thee today
September 13th, 2019...

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The Story: 

ragged faded 
lady hoarder, 
dumpster-diving 
diva boarder, 
dancin' to the tune 
of her Dandelion Wine. 

milky-eyed maiden, 
peddles paper posies, 
masticating carnivore, 
toothless, useless whore. 
not on her best night! 
not anymore! 

acclimated...

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Hmm...What Discursive Poetic Theme Shall I Write About...

Today (a rather brisk, chilly,
and otherwise sat
tiss factory twirly delightful
December 18th, 2018) matte
her of fact quite
refreshing noontime, while this fat

tend plot of Earthen surveyed terrain
situated over scat
herd modest...

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Lost in New York 

Brechtian  
city of Mahogonny
within the city of jungles
we make our way

The gilded city of Gotham 
Sketched forests of the mind 
Find solace under subterranean 
Metal cells of human life 

Thundering...

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I was encompassed within the sullen lust
Of gentrified prepositions

Incomplete adjectives layer the magnitude of
My emptied valor

I became entrenched in the touch
The smile
The tears
Of wistful elegance

This onyx cry
Now turns into an everlasting echo

I sing to these...

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They called me a Communist
When only just a teen
Nothing much has changed in  
Those  Sixty years in between.
My village once had fourteen farms
Now it’s just got one or two 
Those employed in the...

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A dog and divorce

I had a dog, a bitch, she loved me. I also had a wife, children Gabriel 
and Apple. Apple? I know my wife she wanted to be trendy. We lived 
downtown at...

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Exodus 
Under a big holm oak, I sat on a stone resting a little
the sun so early in the year was hot, years ago there were 
flocks of sheep here they laid chewing ignoring me.
This...

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A dog story

I had a dog she loved me; I also had a wife children named
Gabriel and Apple, she wanted to be trendy, and we lived
in the gentrified inner city. 
When the twins were six...

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down along 42nd and cypress street
 the allegorical prostitutes say their not street
 hookers but just a symbol of sex.

  just like the walking sign post 
  stop, merge left, bump, 
 narrow...

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A ball of emotions 
A twister of clotted ideologies
Break from the current
Cry to the creator
Carry his failure
Candid of reality
Drained of my demeanor
Equate my morality to failed ideology
Exemplify mislabeled ethnomethodology
Forget forlorn memories of
Gentrified society 
Heroin to...

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Consider this choice (of sound mind) my last hurrah, 
Have no doubt about my motive so pure and fine  
See my feet dangling just above the waterline; 
Give my fond farewells, observe my last...

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I suppose I have been thoroughly gentrified
No lover of the old country bluegrass, I
Was country-bred and to poverty born,
And suppose back home in the hills I shall die
'Midst the high mountain's air now rarified,
I shall...

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