Long Inversions Poems

I could not support a ban on Conversion Therapy
to change gay into straight,
spirals into lines,
because I believe we should each be free
to pay for any alternative languages
someone might be prepared to make
and write
and speak,
with self-marketing...

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Musicianship 
(3 May 2014;  For my son Steven, an ACCOMPLISHED guitarist)

Real musicianship can truly drive you nuts—
There really are no “ifs”, “ands”, or “buts”.
Practice, study, memorize, then more practice--
Is this just an obsession or...

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Sarcomas hatch like caviar
in St. Jude chemo-fire inversions,
where leviathans lay magnetars
to suck the blood of
virgins.

Their celestial suckers nurse their mothers
through quantum-dot tunnels, converging
what little life force
might milk
metastatic roots while purging,

and scute steroids discarding the hair
that...

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Scathing these miscoloured orbs of sight, with incised rocks carved beneath

Concretionaries jagged edges of contagiums....

Painted upon the predominating canvas of perceptions dank, pasteled times!

So what has changed, this mosaic of histories collective collage?

As one way...

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Sapphire clouds on pink mountains
Sky of lemon 
Deeper into the inversions of my mind
Reality is this vivacious hum
Singing the blues
My prayer book of gold
Contemplation....
Eyes watching the moon wane
Waves, lush tides to soothe a soul

Shall I...

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Shuffling this scope of limited perceptions their visions

Crossing the celestials scintilating skies; deep inside tubular

Chimes lifting in the breeze to these tranquil orisons

Subliminally marked emotions rising in state; bay windows dismissing chains....

Silvertones rustic tides, receding...

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Shuffling this scope of limited perceptions; their visions.. 
Crossing her celestial, scintilating skies; deep inside tubular
Chimes lifting amid the breeze to these, tranquil orisons ? Subliminally 
Marked emotions rising in state; bay windows dismissing chains;...

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My fingers grip tightly as I
create inversions and wise archaic diction.
Eager to record more glorious expression
and "wright" more on the canvass of time.

The power of my pen
is my panache and panacea.
My pen is connected to...

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Old man, I resemble you in inversions
With your palace plucked from
A ninth cloud and dragged as
An infant's relentless screech
Crying inevitably for attention
And contributing nothing save slavery

I would dine upon it
How I killed God and pulled...

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The Crazy Mother Of Invention.
.
The mad inventors 
Are locked in they’re garden shed again
Working both day and night
With they’re tiny brains
.
Lightbulb moments
To radially change the world
For the betterment of mankind
And get a footnote in history
Underlined
.
What...

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