Long Jackboot Poems

Diary Notes: Lamentable laissez-faire

                     …the lêche cul is
back
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FASCIST STATE 

They did not come upon us like blitzkrieg in the night 
or goose step into town like a plague of parasites. 
They crept on us like shadows in increments so small
they did not...

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I bent down to pick up a penny from the frozen ground.
I could smell myself, the acrid stench of sweat and soot,
the taint of vapored vagrancy
that marked my movements, masking me from the reality that...

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Peachy keen verboten maiden jailbait
USA plum ova ripe fruit
inevitably, inimitably, invariably,...
whets whistle pubescent magic flute
impossible mission to rein with absolute
zero sucks esse to temper acute

raging testosterone, I attribute
overbearing animal urge doth constitute
difficult surge protector
resultantly, subsequently,...

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As they leave,
They leave for us 
Calabash full of sorrow and agony
They leave for men a plate of frustration
And desperation.

As they leave
They leave for women nothing
But cups of tears and fears

As they leave
They leave for...

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1. Betrayal builds up with great energy
winning my man
comes with a heavy bill of cost.
The third, trying to make us two unhitched
brings out thunderous evil from a Timpani
coveting from a loved one
makes her a dipsomaniac
and...

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No particular rhyme nor,
reason explains to boot
within mind of this (boyish
looking) ole coot,
why sudden flashback didst

kickstart metered metrical foot
when during bout with anorexia nervosa,
I did not give a hoot
analogously harried and swiftly kicked
with barebones styled...

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Dreams in the Bunk
By Sy Roth

An aching tired eats away, 
Slurping at his soul 
Yearning wakefulness from the darkness.

He heaved. 
Sigh in a soft world of crimson-waving flowers
Dancing away to his numbers etched on him,...

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A Spring afternoon racing marathon miles -
a crowd thick with families, runners and smiles,
shocked and bloodied by the burst of bomb’s twin blast
decimating the thrill of the finish line to be passed,
forever marking the moment...

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Dark to black and beaten skin to living bone. 
Chosen by name and marked by birth. 

You hang me, cajole me and yellow badge me. 
You segregate, strip and stick me. Jackboot, 
shoot and gas...

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They slipped their chains and spread their brains
On walls of bricks and mortar,
Bared their teeth in their belief,
Prepared themselves for slaughter.

Howled aloud in the smoke and cloud
That prowled the streets and alleys,
The sounds they made...

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Actual aptitude and action almost always align aright.

Beautiful bliss, beastly belligerent behaviors: both burn bright.

Caringly convinced, cantankerous curmudgeons collapse, contrite.

Disdaining darkness, devoted disciples dig deep, discover delight.

Erudite, eager efforts encourage, energize, even excite.

For faithful few,...

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Hearken - comes frost,
snow, comes hail;
comes

sounds - echoes, whispers,
soft post-mortem screams;
scalpel dripping

whines, hisses,
squealing smithereens;
silvery dust-blown

comes mouths, tongues,
shhhh! lips;
comes rhetoric, stigma,

dogma’s tarnished
catechism;
rust tainted; blood simple, comes

religion,
war,
death, comes

pain,
desperation,
despair, oh inhumanity.

Hearken - comes white noise,
slavery, autocracy
jackboot aetiology;

the nature...

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