Long Hookah Poems

DIARY NOTES : Mad-House Maths

March 30th., 2018 - Another day sets in Paris

The home-bound Octogenarian trundles from the Mall's town centre
Back laden with the day's shopping
His hands numb from clutching load-packed plastic bags during the...

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What if I ,
Saw a waist-coated white rabbit,
Pass and disappear down a hole
Would I think I was going quite mad
Or would I want to follow him
As he exclaimed I’m late!  I’m late!
For a very...

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In a world where up is down, 
Left is right, 
And hot is cold. 
I find myself wandering a seemingly endless sidewalk. 
"Pick your poison"
I hear a loud voice boom. 
"Tweedle dope or tweedle drunk?"
As...

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Exciting walk; barefoot on warm rock while cold spring water
burbles past me. “Hey! over here.” she calls. 
A puppet, my instinct guides me there again;
Creek ends in dark green pond. “Hi” I answer.

My body tingles...

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This white rabbit is having a hell of a day.
It started out good but ended in a bad way.

I woke up feeling marvelous and grand,
dressed up in my waistcoat, with my pocket-watch in hand.

I soon...

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A blank canvas 
an empty stage 
darkness in the primordial 
vacuum of stars and space 
a jug not yet filled 
a reed flute hallow
yearning for the paint 
yearning for the actors
yearning for the light
yearning for...

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hold still, eventide ...
   I am a capricious cad among wraiths,
     waltzing with a mop in
      a Marrakesh courtyard - catching stars
  ...

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With trembling heart, as an attempt I made 
To leap across, he woke up with a start, 
The sword fell from his lap with a sharp clang, 
A terrifying scream when made me jump, 
I...

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Lonely in the darkness 
company kept at home
not in the mood for
tonight, walking the streets 
again, familiar haunting 

Lonely in the darkness 
My breath forming and flying 
like hookah smoke
it twirls and dissipates 
leaving my...

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Time spent in Indian village, is - wisdom won plenty,
Wealth in the urn of common sense, here, never go empty...

Day here, though with chirps of birds, never dawns with no prayer,
Whether from Temple, mosque, church,...

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I felt an anxiety attack approach,
as I was Perched on my mushroom.
So I reached for my anti-foreboding dope,
with my hookah ready to consume.

As I inhaled the first hit on my fungal chair,
I felt the unease...

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I siphon the twilight ether
    like sweet smoke from apple wood
      I draw its magic IN, (as the kiss of a hookah)
     ...

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Alice falls in blue hole dizziness,
bedraggled in white-smocked dress,
bloomers, too-high
knee socks, medusa-spread
of dirty-blond hair. Her nastiness hovers around
the royal-red throne with its pink-flamingo-
legs distress, playing cards
floating in 52-card pickup,
white rose with a heart — indicative...

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hold still …

eventide -
I am a capricious cad among wraiths
waltzing with a mop in a Marrakesh courtyard -
catching stars as they drip with
waxy and wild wonder
into the braids of my maudlin noose
tightening …

jangling, dangling -
rose...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Twenty-Nine

“Sire!” cried a lame yea-sayer: “I know this mad hookah addict!”
“Then drag him here by the scruff of neck be it hook or by trick!
But first when thou...

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she was a salamander of the sun
an enraptured reptile of the stars
dancing with the other campfire lizards
in the asphalt murrain
in the technomarshes
in the hookah parking lots
and mildewed shopping malls
on the internet
amongst the programmer punks
and hacker...

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Through the looking glass they 
traveled, to Wonderland they went.
They stepped foot in the land
where dragonflies breathe real fire and
lakes are made of marshmallow.
The queen before her crown and Knave before
he moved on, before he...

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They are forever among us, the diaphanous spirits
Seeking the elan  vital of the cycling centuries

Running from necrosis, paying a mortuary tribute
To the killing fields of a nearby Roman Spring

Living in a somnolence stupor,melting and...

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altered state of mind
take a puff
A puff from the hookah pipe
Gives a trip of a different type.

while you're on the ground
your thoughts are floating around
take a puff
A puff from the hookah pipe
Gives a trip of...

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She ain’t the belle of the ball anymore
She’s not the picture
hanging on the wall
	               behind every dorm door

Miss Best Beauty
is no...

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In these time of duress, having clandestine pleasures, ennui prevails, as we 
dream of the gallows, while puffing on a hookah, filled with something I will not 
reveal; we foster a caricature, with maybe a...

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one's from japan  
  one's from ukraine
one is from turkey
  two are from spain

one speaks portuguese 
  another korean
two speak mongolian
  though none speak armenian  

one likes thick coffee
...

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From the drab green-brown worm of caterpillars and pupae,
Emerges the phosphorescent butterfly so pleasing to the eye!

But, why oh why, are butterflies so superbly colorful,
That we admire the fleeting flutters and flashes as wonderful?

Is it...

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Alice in Unreality Land

Tweedle Dee was acting frivolously dumb,
Whilst Mock Turtle’s face sullen and glum.
Not unusually White Rabbit was late,
Alice grew large compressed in a gate.
Absent minded Dodo, helpful so polite,
Gryphon has wings but cannot...

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A slide of sticky slimy glue
Newspaper on an orange balloon

Red sheets over all the lights 
Corners full of plastic mites

Spiders hangs from a thread
A fancy lady with out a head

Pumpkins spilling out their guts
Liquid oozing...

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