Long Kitsch Poems

FORTUNES READ the sign displayed
TRINKETS, CHARMS AND SPELLS
The store had not been here yesterday
shades of candles, books and bell
Drapes were hung from side to side
The windows all were dark
Where was this place a day ago?
Just...

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This town, this Silk Road had no toll to pay
  yet from the east caravans again fill its
pharaonic marble and glass temples. Monolith

malls rise its clefts, eco-wilderness morph
  into multiplex cinemas; mini golf...

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10/17/19
"Brand New"


I'd be damned to quit
Putting out some brand new s***
With a brand new drip
In my a step a brand new skip

Brand new tint
Steering wheel with a brand new grip
In a brand new whip
With a...

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Ominous Foreboding Augurs...

Innocuously incubated kindled
imperceptible dire strait
restlessness like tinder
with pinterest Deutsche agitate
barreling like a freight
train running so much
faster than an eight
track uber twittering,

rumbling, quickening and inculcate
dissension among dissolute
rabble rousers, who
do obediently initiate
rank and file will...

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Restless soccer moms,
whose kittens have all become mature,
got plenty of suburban boredom
Time enough for sure
to get hooked on every advertised lure
As daytime soaps and gossip kitsch
are the mundane, daily double feature
So they buy themselves some...

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i will probably die before you know the truth
before something original ever passes through my lips
about how you’re a ripple in the space-time continuum
a montage of things that isn’t supposed to exist together
a bismuth crystal...

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There's something called Nescafe Nights,
Written upon midnight kitchen counters,
As I sway to your voice,
On a phone whose connection
Is keen on abruption.
During these Coffee wafted midnights,
Conversations are suspended from knowledge,
Who knows?
Who cares?
Who sees?
Do you?
Consumed by the...

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Last Halloween was scary
with evil brewing strong
when Peggy planned a party
and things went off all wrong

In tatty robe, her hair awry
she slaved all day with care
her neighborhood to satisfy
with an elegant affair

Fine treats she baked...

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Creative side suddenly began to flourish
With mom's home interioir design.
Now I foster it, fully embrace and nourish.
Goals with my actions are to be aligned.

Vivid colors, textures, shapes, patterns, and sly styles
I could have spent hours...

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Talking heads 
will give you their attached credentials
with solemn aplomb

And it’s plenty hyphen proof long

They’ll make unlearned eyes gasp
at their hyped expertise

Get simpler minds to hyperventilate,
as their lower rack thoughts 
common sense overheat

Everyday, mundane pondering
takes...

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Life without her
would never be the same
She was the loudest, proudest
most endearingly brash
sugar-sweet and pickle-sour
five-foot-two, force to be reckoned with
that anyone in Yell county had ever met

I confess
I was somewhat obsessed
with Miss Mavis' hair as...

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I’m a Pessimist 
We will cry even more 
The misery will increase
The suffering won’t stop 
We won’t get away from life with ease 
We are the gloomy creatures 
We are sentenced to grief 
What life...

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"Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live."  
-- an unenlightened assw*pe medieval  
 
*   *   *  
 
Albeit nearly drowned by soup, one counterculture witch  
yet...

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The Library (Words to the Wise)


Shhhhh!  No talking strictly enforced!
Most folks abide, except children, of course
And those who can’t read, don’t care, or don’t want
Goof off in the corners, or sneeze
As sharp, darting eyes...

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It’s Halloween and Winnie the Witch
flies on her broomstick with O’Bramovitch
mid-flight puss acquires a nasty twitch
both his nostrils flare, he begins to itch
his pitiful me-ow rises to fever pitch
shame cat's aren't fitted with an on...

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And the road, the road, is blue and grey,
with sounds and sounds and a new deal
every day, and every way you can think of , 
which shudders the big blue, the big grey 
buildings of...

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Yesterday cliche of a colored rainbow.
The archaic arc is a banal kitsch, too low.
Poets.... they don't stop using it although.
It's just optical science....no hologram show.

The hackneyed story... 'sun meets rain'.
The 'love' seen for years... again...

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On Hollywood Boulevard

Grohman’s Chinese theater, The Walk Of Fame
Awestruck, frantic crowds tromp down the street
A swirl of accents divulge from whence they came
Myth and stark truth clash but rarely meet

A boulevard of tinsel, tourist mecca...

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Confidence fades away
Clothes to the wind
My cracking glass, the nightscape
Contorted into vixen reds and apparition dark
Seventeen

Kitsch eyes, as kitsch as a child
Crying in a kitchen scene over spilt milk
Shrinking under giant flaming wings of a...

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on her lawn
four pink plastic flamingos 
                 peak above a March snowbank
twisted forms caught in forlorn evasion
beak-body contortions like...

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kitsch
              crowded
              streets
fast
flowing
         feathers
              
pointed
feet
         jagged

              distinctive

          yet    unique
something 
so inexpressible
a chord 
so vivid from an uncontrolled 
inner drive
beyond  memory
the unstated 
 distilling the hidden 
an essence 
of  yesterday’s
 buried in today
a symbol
 of
  love 
suggestive
yet
of time
immemorial

lost in
a moment
where time
does not
exist

One
with the other
alone
& yet..
  desire..
and need
together
 exist
contemplating
 a suave
astonishing
pastiche
  before
&
despite
either
in
   an
austere
 feeling
of
fine
beauty
...

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a
taxonomical
neo-geo
connoisseur
moves on again
to
a totemic
astonishment
 of many

yet
stifling
in every sense
&
in it all
prosaic
 inspiration
 poetically described
 as
 dystopian reimaginings
 of flotsam

a natural
 detritus
embedded
yet
 not belonging
 littered with empty
 kitsch
inlaid with
a peripatetic
identity
&
 linguistic
incomprehensiblity

a
perfected
 undertaking
before
disillusionment
 was growing
into
an insular
 mutely
 societal moment

a
tormented
self-portrait
to
reflect
 the days
but instead
depicted
a  recognition
of
largely passing
 decades
hoisted
&
seared
in
a
retrospective
 survey...

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Your avant-garde home fills a crucial niche
   ensures the perpetuation of outrageous kitsch

The painting on the wall entitled 'Insemination'
   keeps this admirer on the brink of regurgitation

That chlorophyll-fish oil drink your...

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the tall red shadow waits on me
a con artist behind a porcelain desk
please feed the dark cat with musk up your sleeve
orange in the spotlight
spare a lighter, sweets

got terminated for bodily mutilation
omeprazole parole i'll sleep...

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Once upon a Halloween
I was a little black cat
Since then I have also been
A witch and the Cat in the Hat

One time I was Lily Munster
And then a witch again
I was also once Bart Simpson
Another...

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