Long Knievel Poems

Shutters open
to catch a glimpse of the past
history locked in tragedy
the broken crime of time

Why can't you live in the present
Shutters open to catch a glimpse 
of the past 
a tragedy tapestry

you weave depression from...

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Look into my Eyes

Date: Tue, Dec 29 2015 at 11:07 PM

Ever have Dreams of Death???
Where Ya Soul try to leave Ya Flesh?
No Or Yes?
It's not just A Heart that's Endowed in the Chest
Can you really...

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The last hoorah of old man winter 2022?

March twelfth Ded Moroz
struts his white stuff
first real substantial puncheon
found Jack Frost in his glory,
he haint no longer morose nor gruff,
cuz series of fortunate meteorological events
found crystalline precipitation...

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Back in the 14th century
there was a brash young English lad,
who always got his kicks
from doing something bad,

Getting tired of being reprimanded,
and his life not going anywhere,
Evil Knieval built himself a device,
that would surely cause...

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19 in my city  bad enough that I already got two strikes with me so I keep my skateboard  close and move real swiftly I can do a couple a of grab tricks...

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Yup, you red correctly,
     this noggin must go
     perhaps donated
     to the Salvation Army, or Good Will
cuz, said atrophied cranial
   ...

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I'm at Dunkin Donuts dunking a donut,
for the experience.
Letting my memories pass through me.
Not repressing any of them.

I'm pretending to be a scientist
of the mind.
It's not fun though.
Makes you glad spreadsheets have functions!

Somewhere in the...

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Sitting with Joseph 
playing video games 
he stated "Thats what 
I want to do when I get older"

talking about the jumps 
they made on the bikes
of the video game
a little dare devil waiting to grow

yet...

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Take a chance the new employee said; the entire room laughed.
She is the Evel Knievel of our company, someone informed him.
As a newcomer, he was arrogant and a tad bit mean.
He never got to meet...

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My stomach recoils as we
lumber up, sending
raison bran and apple juice
up my throat for an encore.

As the brakes whine, so
does my memory, tossing
advice from the base of
experience to flee, to

fake illness or just climb
to the...

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Down the highway shes all lock up
Got a bear at my back door
Just dropped off in shady town
Heading down the big slab I-5
Need to get some go go juice
10-4 it was my travel agent
Just passed...

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