Long Inserts Poems

As I empty a bag and look over the donations in it
I think, “Geezus why; not even I would willingly take any of this!
If I didn’t work here taking donations, I’d throw it all in...

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After the Vietnams and the Me Leis
Steel skull
Stone eye
Blooming jungle rot
Itching on the crotch
Jack scratches the trigger of his M14
Kisses the golden egg
And throws like the Babe.
Jack is now back from hell and trying to...

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Their Plans are being implemented as Trump says, "Operation Warp Speed."
Say Good Bye to the Country We All Cherished. The Coin shortage is the planned beginning of a "Cashless Society giving them more control of...

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The Atomic Café stays with me, over
even the most perfect of days.
I think about the arrogance of power
and how most people live in a daze.

I think on the geniality of the average citizen, 
how willing,...

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GOLDEN FLOWER


You are the sun that shines in the dark to the sightless souls
Your heart is brighter as the colors of life-yellow, orange and gold
You are the gemstones of priceless beyond Topaz and Amber-yes you...

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One evening, I went to the market
to observe people was my target

some sad, some laughin'
some staring some stealin'

holding their tears and smiling wide
but I can tell when they hide

Headphones in the ears, Nobody cares 
about...

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Drinks fridge murmurs accusations at me
Seals connect with whoosh of door close
Defuses incriminating strip of lights lairy
Where I go from this station, God knows!

Lady taking my coins sneers, fat old wench
Bottled coffee shaking, I scope...

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My sacred ecologist within
re-cognizes Bucky Fuller's pre-millennial insight

What appears,
from a transcendent distance,
to be a static
entirely monocultural 
universal Vertex,
A Black circular Whole
at New Moon midnight,
while circling outside
physical Earth nature


May also feel
like an ecstatic unitarian Vortex
from a...

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Wanna know why my verbs hurt, 
I’ve held them in for so long they became cursed words.
The worst of the worst, it hurts ‘cause they’re nursed,
Cradled then derailed into a million who were impaled by...

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As I lay n this bedd 
Tiedd down by wrists and feet 
I can smell the presence of an angel 
Blood running down my thigh from 
Where he inserted his blades that 
Bounded me to...

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My heart hurts
renewing old scars
into my soul the pain inserts
past inflictions putting up bars
i need to breath
but the pain is strong
its making it hard to see
and messes up my sense of right and wrong
making me...

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Bahku ...

My Poetry Soup avatar
He's a musician, that guy, and that's his moniker ... 'stage' name ... alias
Songwriter, producer, engineer, singer, instrumentalist
Keyboards, bass, drums, sax, percussion, but mostly ... guitar

That's his favorite and best instrument,...

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he stands amid the dusted rays
of beams from smudged, windowed days
casting light on the words below
pressed flat upon papered page

he's been here since before sun up
stained and smelling of turpentine
surveying the thoughts he's pressed
quickly he...

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weeping in the forsaken land 
of my desolated heart’s remains;
the wind blows, and gusts prevail,
I sense your essence in the breeze
emerging from the dust I was found
as the tempest rages in warm rains,

sounds of swift...

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Pearl



The pearl is precedence
A quiet resting creature who but deigns to live and die
When life inserts hard measure
Surrounds with gentle folds
And turns its pain to treasure

But lesson more than learning
That time alone will show
Already tells...

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He had seen chicken necks 
twisted and broken in Chinese markets, 
the plucked dismemberment 
of flapping wings. 

With help, 
he could have strung his carcass up 
like a hog on a hook. 
He would have...

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... pffft... blows long hair away...
from the eyes as she gently, ever so
moving slow, inserts home grown,
self sewn, Text.mex.i.flux.... there.
... pffft... damn hair, needs a cut.
Will it fit? This crystal duck...?
Into the bit, just a...

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Dissolution

She dwells in the pitch-dark attic 
full of cobwebs and 
dried autumn leaves,
in the half-open oval window, a 
minute aperture quenching 
her thoughts of passing,
her back badly swollen, slowly 
leaning against the wall 
feeling the...

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Tiled floor

As I view the old and the new,
The tired and the worn,
Alongside the pristine and sharply defined
The original master plan dulled
With newer, brighter inserts,
I see an untidy cohesion
A compromise
An inability to fully reinstate
Though craftsmen...

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Pensive they sit, and roll their languid eyes,
Nibble their toast, and cool their tea with sighs,
Or else forget the purpose of the night,
Forget their tea -- forget their appetite.
See with cross'd arms they sit --...

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Why can't some women stay on their feet?
Getting laid, down, soiled marks upon clean sheet
Wide open legs, what a filthy dirty cheat!
Do you brush your teeth after each new cock lick?
Or wipe yourself clean before...

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A thousand words later,
we were still talking.

I know I’m being reflexive,
this humor is a transparent way 
to paint clowns on speech bubbles.
Ripostes that ricochet
off any real wit. 

"I must be going."

One thousand and forty.

Later ---...

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Cold air surrounds me
My body shivers as it did long ago
I fight against the rush of memories
But give into my addiction

I sit where we both sat that Halloween night
Nervously laughing, hands trembling
Neither of us knowing
Exactly...

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Glass eye, opaque and quizzical,
staring up from the creel.
A question escapes as a squeak,
when picked up by the belly
and held firmly in one hand,
as the other hand inserts the knife at the
anus and slides it...

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In womb I was fed on the extraction of her body
I played, moved there wether night or day
She bore me with great care
She more thought of me than other
About how I would be
When I might...

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