Long Interstices Poems

Under the depths below the deep 
     of this Atlantic Ocean,
live the lobsters that crawl and creep
     with an articulated motion.

They thrive on the ocean’s sea floor,
...

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MEMO for Destroyer Poet A Linda: 3. 20 p.m., 23rd April 2013 – Paris, France
  
If you are Red   I am Brown
If you’re not 
Then as one concrete painter using phonemes 
...

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In the suspended time 

In the suspended time between Christmas and New Year’s Eve,
I think of you. 
Time has passed, much time, and you have said in 
Clear words of silence, that you wish me...

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Sabotaging orbitofrontal communication incorporating connection between anterior cingulate gyrus cortex heightening activity bridging (via atom sized pontoon bridges) greater activity upon basal ganglia, which synoptic description does nothing to alter the predisposition to ingress of...

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in the far fringe of a woody island
with a river slithering along in gentle leaps
and a mud road stretching behind
there is a solitary hut 
visible through the patches
of light and shadow
with its precincts lapped by...

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Villanelle: The fall from grace is the shame borne as lost face

The fall from grace is the shame borne as lost face
What were once cherished hopes serve only to nag
The first to fall papal pride...

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Spare me ill-considered thoughts
and tales of the enlightened sage
whose very basis of belief 
arose in palpable assemblage
one late summer evening
while listening to his ringing ears,
as he lay soaking naked in a tub.

And holy writ of...

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Subconcious streams flitter through my silty porthole
Ebb and flow through my consciences' filtering scroll
Clogging the interstices and my formative, fragile mind doth control
Perceptions of self flood my sensory console 
Pent-up desires breach mind's, shallow levee and...

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Fallowed mind on barren ground toils
Winter's cold streams radiant beams foil
No incubating current cuts through the dense soil
Muses' bright glint the dark, thick clouds roil
Blipping sparks can't light my sensory console
A dormant seed sprouts on...

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asper the invisible nemesis – i.e. electrical 
impulses faux nattering nabobs of mien nativity 
whereat unseen thriving sensational riffraff 
quenched powerhouse ousting nestled milk
maids, or rather pressing said resources, 

sans vitality into dangerous, frivolous, 
and...

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Beneath the city's concrete awning,
Sunlight pirouettes through the urban sprawl.
A danseuse of shadows on an asphalt stage,
Nature's pulsations thrum through it all.

Skyscrapers, leviathan bellwethers,
Forge an ersatz forest, soaring high-hearted.
Yet, within the interstices, light clandestinely seeps,
A...

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As twilight's shadows light does fade
Dark machinations interstices invade
In deep crevasses, insecurities cascade
In dark corners, fears, doubts parade
Day's, blithe rhythms subconscious channels evade
Night's diabolical inventions the deep recesses pervade
My twittering eyes cannot the bleary apparitions...

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Time's world is porous.
One may slip between the fabric weaving,
journeying upon the back of art and music,
poetry and meditation,
and the offering of love.
It is transition in a paradox
of peace-filled paroxysm
faith would not accommodate.
Then just beyond,...

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THE      AIR-OCEAN’S     PLANKTON


Snow falls  like  icy ocean-plankton.  The air swarms  
With  their  immense unsullied nebulae  swirling  in waves,
Tiny...

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if life's a movie it's sometimes
hacky, hard to sit through and
you wonder how the world must 
be a real flop, a body horror or
hopefully just an indie nature film we meet 
each other at the...

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you talk to me.
and i try to hear.
your words would know me
if my mind did not resist.
what do you expect?
that we should conflict?
that we should connect?
or merely titillate?

except we are from different worlds;
or rather you...

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As the night falls from interstices of burning clouds, lumbering through the broad sky like grazing herds of sheep
There comes a great forlornness through the deep forests of Zambia.
Land marked by Withered Tallowwood branches, that...

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What was left in our hands
after risk and awards were given to seekers ?
Sign of grace at hairpin bends
was absent.Nobody was speaking.


A moratorium was announced.
Somebody will have a glimpse of the moon
through the interstices of...

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