Long Jackhammer Poems

Can I go to the bathroom? This place is full of jackasses. This place is full of jackasses jerking each other off. This place is full of ignorant, parochial, zit-sucking jackasses undeserving of their place...

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"The Strict Machine"




Take a note 
pick up your sharpened quill
tap dance your screen
your mind like 
a Magpie's beak 
a Silent Epiphany
One, 
Two and
Three
a Silent Jackhammer 
pneumatic drill 
Blackbirds fly off the page
they're swooping for the...

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Broken...shattered...and scattered...these are the pieces to my life. A puzzle with no picture to look back on. Fragments of memories that form a story...A story that has long ended...As I lay on what is to...

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There's an angry, confused and sad man - I see it in his eyes
Putting up a synthetic smile and front - his primary disguise
He's choking and suffering in his pointless mundane life
So the anger, rage,...

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we knew capitalism had turned ugly
after the first lemonade stand drive by 
children denounced their parents
when their eyes were opened
to supply side economics 
and demand side criminal enterprise
plunging on in a premeditated stupor
they floated between...

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fumigated like stockade lice
you Wall St. cologne jockeys
would be 3rd World land fill
recall that consciousness is tunable
adjust your volume to a comfortable level
because Turette's plus Alzheimer's 
is a  nation destroying combo
I forgot what I...

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out cold: a black colloquial expression
               indicating outrageous and/or
            ...

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You're a worn-down puzzle, missing every other piece of you
You lie so incredibly much - you believe every single one is true
For someone who brags at how "real" they are
You sure do love to bring...

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Tweet pop weet whistle sleet slew tweet
I spend hours trying to write down a songbird’s notes
Robins, cardinals, wrens, sparrow, and thrush.
But I cannot capture their lyrics in our known alphabet.

I finally realized it is because...

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had a crush on good ol’
“jesus,” but being that he
was all made up, s/he had
to settle for the 
“jackhammer jesus,”
a big strong dildo
invented to make one
cum in the name of the
“lord!”---
now, her/his best friend
had always...

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Ah, faith! Golly gosh, life in the city!
Hustle and bustle n' a big metro wander
Exhaustion, life, anger and pretty gritty
Misty, grimy lights loudly grab a beggar

The sidewalk shops like a cold surround
Hot action, big ole'...

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I cross myself, as I pass
the cross on the side of the road
What they were doing 
When they departed this world?
Only the closest to them, does know

Perhaps on their way to work
A policemen, postal-worker, teacher,...

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For once, I want to come home and rest:
It felt like my heart's beating out of my chest.
The work week was grueling, that's for sure:
Absolute silence is my only cure.
Instead of expecting peace and quiet,
I'm...

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Galaxy of stars supplies
signal event in dark skies.
Tall straight pines birthed as light poles
heavens hallow grown-up roles.

Mirrored in the brook below
current venue ceases flow.
Trees denuded of their leaves
while soon empty forest grieves.

Destined now to carry...

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The Old Stones and the Finch

Gravestones are made of granite;
I guess to hide the dirt, 
so people don't have to come as much
to clean them. 

I hate you're down there
in a vault of cement. 

I...

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Ruth Ann is a subcriminal
Picks up a pen from offices and banks
She did not plan or mean to be a thief
She slides them into her purse without antic or cranks

Unfortunately this habit led to others
She...

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Someone playing a concrete violin
with a jackhammer
on a midnight sidewalk,
street lights gawk,
flickering fascination,
tuning keys locked,
rosin swipes declined

chalks marks hold hop scotch trinkets
tossed into the numbered squares,
pawned now for a glass of chardonnay
and a plate of...

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I love the sense of wonder 
right after a rainstorm. 
That fish bowl feel of a world 
baptized anew.   
The sun selects individual 
leaves on which to shine. 
The air is fresh as laundry on a 
line. 

Plump...

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Women frustrate me, like Frito bags
dipped in engine grease; quite unsolvable.
But I love them regardless, queens or hags;
life without them would be improbable,
with their constant nags and lovable chaffs,
their love for jeans that cost more...

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If you could hear what I do
You would surely have your fill
For I’ve spent the past few hours
Being blasted by a drill.

They’re tearing up the street outside
And that incessant noise
Does much more than just annoy...

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You stole my laughter and hid it well under layers of concrete

I used a jackhammer to release them and with care

Moses was our traffic cop and we floated in opposites

Our love was stricken and the...

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