Long Grippe Poems

Psychologically still thirteen 

Ordinarily meaning pre Internet days
familiarization with me would entail
bringing the avid listener 
into my private mancave hideaways
less a physical place than a juncture in relationship, 
(whereby one or the other of us)...

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Emancipation proclamation from Samson fixation

Otherwise titled deep into my fiftieth year of passive aggressive rebellious puberty.

Yes, I chickened out getting a haircut yesterday August twenty seventh two thousand and twenty four as stated in a...

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Looking through the window
Everything seems like a puzzle 
His coming ought to rekindle
Instead all have dwindle

Change is all we asked
Not knowing they were masked
Although they were tasked
Everything remain the same

Three square meal
Has become dream
Off course...

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Old Spencer, smelling of grippe, drugs, and death, 
he couldn’t bend over to pick up chalk, magazines, 
and failed acknowledgements of stupidity.
He certainly reveled in my foolishness.
“Modern science would still like to know what the...

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In a house of butter, sleep, solaced by an arcane gold
Lined with velvet carpets coy in lavish modesty.
Dulcet tones elapsing past the sundry finished chambers
Forever home though you know not, in all its bogus truth.

Sine...

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Emotional sequestration perseverates
     across thine time warped
     weft wise wold,
sans interpersonal stagnation

     flourishes as oft twice told
tale a boat amidst derelict hollowed
 ...

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Soon after nibbling pumpkin pie,
     I felt terribly amiss,
where death be not proud
     did scythe lance me
     never came to bring
  ...

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killer (suicide) wrought living corpse 
fruition, while she whipped various 
nutritious concoctions in blender
to ensure minimal essentials to, I 

readily admit) famished body in con
junction with applying vital supple
mints into bony gluteus maximus, 
thru fuel...

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Dogpaddling the Styx

Dogpaddling cross the Styx
To be with old Tom Mix
But Charon was there 
Demanding he be paid
So an uppercut a bit
 sorta laid back the twit
the deal was made
We reached the foreign shore

Side stepping...

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Sea the wight-capped waives rolling inn the see;
here the howling wynds, wile I’m standing hear,
whale and forme hi waives. Theirs eh jumping wail-
tale upp inn the ayre!  This should make gneiss tail
two tel wen...

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I generally mean mine mien mental state
moost occasions heavily marinated stupor
long established as external trait
psychologically time tested trooper
impossible mission to kickstart sanity
doppelgänger regularly revisits his soul asylum
hellbent antimatter he cannot vitiate
despite therapeutic laxative merely exhausts

well bred literate...

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It is so blind, it saw eyes, mouths, bodies, feet
imploring it's paint, it's beggars land, stroked
by hand.
It's can, faceted as one gem, drips only you.

The brush peels back, stroke by stroke, layer
by layer, new always...

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Whaler’s fate

Several submarines disappeared,
without a trace in the greatest, World War two,
ancient mariners of the Yankee race,
still dive’s and surface’s too,

a time shift to century twenty first,
6 torpedoes wait to run,
on the deck a 5...

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Get that firm grip

Get a firm grippe
or off the planet you'lle slippe

Then you’ll find you have 
Lots of space

Like a giddy Giraffe 
Don’t sit there an laugh

The airs getting thin 
In this place 

So:

Where do...

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