Long Immolating Poems

"Salvage"


Salvage the fixating salvation 
unfurling from the wreckage
of a numb world twisted inside
treasure climbs swimming 
the ladder from the deep of all things 
reaching upwards travelling in a new time
of melting morpheme moments overlapping 
dissolved...

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I

For once he banished all birds
from the air
       not just Mynas tick-picking
on twitching backs
       but all birds, unnamed
and high bred
with each wave of...

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"The Thrilling In-Between"



Touched
Soft cerebral
warm breath 
paints dusky the warm place
whispers across satin skin 
laces come undone
on the lost floor fallen
her skin runs like a river
under the velvet of 
his beckoning windows
she’s a mystery
as he tastes...

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I’m always loud. I was never really good at whispering 

I have a love/hate relationship with people and animals

I suffer from bulimia and my vomit is sometimes deadly

I’m mostly an introvert, however, sometimes I can...

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When did I die for you?
When was the moment I ceased to exist
Becoming no more than a shadowy memory
Another conquest amongst so many others
Another notch on your belt and a heart thrust away
Shattered into kaleidoscope...

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madam, dam, clam, trust, first, burst, earnest, surface, happy, pappy
under, thunder, falls, calls,pearls, swirls, light, night, though, crescendo
tender, embers, up, buttercup's

Madam Make  Sure

Madam make sure you do not fall over the dam,
And at times...

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You lay there a broken hearted soul
Torn asunder by those most hurtful wounds
Harsh and painful they lay within you

As your heart flutters and your mind spins
They claw their way at you
No longer do you feel...

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Remote from the equator, remote from all light
Lie victims in the hands of an angry man
Who sees law as wet clay, who sees the will of the people not at all
And the spring rainshower of...

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Earth's tidal river day
on universal salvation display

This indigenously wise place
New England conventional space
ebbs without yesterday
flows within today

Building forest skills
industriously clear-cutting slack
of co-infested character

Puritan souls
submerging and swelling
wild native nakedness enslaved

Merged with dark
thick-skinning 
self-immolating 
magic aboriginal music...

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Self – immolating silence 
softens the pain, an art of solitude. 
Evening drifts to come closer to moon. 
Night is summer washed. 
Small stars are trembling 
on blue waves. 
The night climbs down 
from the...

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Self – immolating silence 
softens the pain, an art of solitude. 
Evening drifts to come closer to moon. 
Night is summer washed. 
Small stars are trembling 
on blue waves. 
The night climbs down 
from the...

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