Long Husked Poems

I grew up and out on a four family-owned,
and cooperatively-organized,
extended matriarchal farm.

Four interdependent 1940s through 1970s patriarchally managed businesses,
without substantial questions about who should wear pants,
yet with a surprising matriarchal cooperative understory.

The boxers outnumbered the...

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I got friggin heebie jeebies

Cuz buzzards circle o'er me
eyeing these lovely bones prithee
id est Roy L. T. Canard, Si
hence impossible mission 
to be lovey dove vee.

Vague remembrances of dream  
which recurred with frequency
transfixed by...

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the episode took place near the sewer
the boy lay lifeless on the stiff ground
his white clothes dipping in red
a rowdy mob encircled him
like vultures awaiting the surrender of a fighting  spirit
his horrified eyes gave...

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Jazz man of the mill suffering atomic verse
Born of the waves, air-raids of sound 
Moons  to profile the edge of weather 
And sun to light the way 
Inside the cliffs and black holes beyond...

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I remember us
Your voice husked with passion
Your eyes incredulously bright, wet, and near
My will like crumbling dust
It was so sudden and unexpected, your will
To yield from the unimplored edge of fear
And I quivering in the...

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Within the common (all purpose room)
     at highland manor apartments aye
daily encounter, one bewitchingly dreaded
     fiendishly horrible, jeeringly loopy,

     nap noopy, pugnaciously ravenous,...

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In November when frost was on the punkin and corn was stacked in shocks,
And the snows began to fall and geese flew southward in V-shaped flocks,
'Twas time to gather in the corn for a huskin'...

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The woman with red rose vine

up her thighs and thine

showed me the way

and invited tryin,

did she wear rose perfume,too?

did I ask

she coyly husked umm yeah

Lol !it all depends what mood I'm in
I suppose, and there...

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Composing harp melodies as a musical score,
Sounds that seem to have been frozen in time,
In reverse metamorphosis, crystals melt more,
Snoring in lattice husks, a willow moth sublime.

Sounds that seem to have been frozen in time,
In...

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Mentors like priests preparing me for holy rite
Institutional slaves to a false trinity
Subduing adventure, exploration and discovery to classroom rigor
Eternal stairway ... moonbeams to the golden dream
Dismatling who I am so I become who you...

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Quoth felon fate t' nosy nature -
savoring sapid strays punctured.
Worn winds for eerie eavesdrop tarr':
"Why oft does thou nurse salty scars?"

Nosy nature hewn smooth visage
'to a sassy smirk - crushed chins' sway.
Ergo writ she ñ...

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Late summer
and the barefoot boys are scrumping.
They have scrunched-up themselves
into the green sap of leaf and branch,
as trees to be climbed, branches to fall from.

In the village shop
an ample lady sells apple pies,
she has apple...

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Deep in the overgrown hollow of the woods
  the gristmill wheel still turns where memories once stood,
  splashing water lightly on each rung some worn and gone
  as it circles the breeze...

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The hearts that do not beat
Quiet in the viaduct;
        A steeled echo husked
Alchemic clones vastly entreat.

I slipped you a talking pill
As the loam, pulsing dust of cars
Filled up...

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We lingered too the passenger like
awaiting the snake that runs on dike
We sat, hands tied to lower jaw like
Mom waiting for her dour child to spike
For hopefully the rain which  pours like
Husks husked, bowl...

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These leavings are devastating. 
I feel husked and scraped
The cobb cast on the bin
While destiny enjoys my entrails.
A continuos cycle of harvest
Where heaven recieves the best
And the living are trodden by fate. 
I have words...

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Where is the sunlight's pleasantness
by time and space across it gets
to eye that's stretched (for here 'tmust stay)
to catch but glimpse of summer’s day?

Where is the fresh and tender blade
that winks from 'neath the husked...

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So, this  is where the sheaves were hauled
Where corn was husked, and seeds were hulled

So, this is where the meal was ground,
until the clock ran down

Round and round
a donkey bound
Asleep, awake.  By night...

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Blessings from above*
Transformed lust to love* 
Delusion to illumination*
Earth-heaven bilocation*

Heavenly Manna poured into our hearts like fine husked wheat 
He makes sure we are always well fed and have enough to eat 

Transforming lust...

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I live alone; I pick pecans.
When leaves are dry
or wet upon the ground,
I thrash the trees.
I break from branches
undropped, green-husked nuts
and pull the fleshy hulls
from harder shells.
I put them in my musty burlap bag.
My bent...

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