Long Knuckled Poems

It's peaceful here in my backyard.
The crows sound happy
with warm October sunlight.

I just read about a deadly gathering in Las Vegas.
Absence of sun-drenched peace.
Inconvenient this time of lost loss.
Death is always inconvenient,
even when invited.

A veteran,
about...

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There once was a young man from Szechwan,
who thought his prick looked like a pecan.
He met Bertha Butts,			
who was hankering for nuts,		
so he gave her his pecan to chew on.
The women in my Viking village
don't...

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Gateway town, Mississippi and Missouri river flooding confluence,
with its celebration of manifest destiny, its looming, iconic archway.
Stainless westward marker, its culture flowed southward for influence
within the lawn-jockey, pink flamingo neighborhoods of moral decay. 

T.S, Eliot,...

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Inspection will NOT take place January 21st, 2025...

but much to my relief, said mandatory inquisition (rather inspection) will take place sixty nine days later (due the math and inform me of any error if applicable),...

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Gathered in the shade of her quaint little garden, 
 where a trellis was woven with rose climbing vines,
   something enchanting, had been deftly designed, 
     on an ordinary...

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Ready...Aim...Fire!

In light of tension twixt
brinkmanship rumbling one
East Asian Tiger
country otherwise known as
"the land of morning calm,"
yours truly t'will invite 
"freedom foo fighters"
tubby regaling with a jubilant aire
total mortal Kombat 
levels threat of human warhead
bomb dubbed...

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Periodically writing random thoughts on a piece of paper is my secret escape. 
Left for healing and mending. Right for healing and mending. 
Painful, nonetheless. Don't be ashamed. 
I am the scrawler of my racing...

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With fascist fist, white CHAUVINist (whose christian name is Drek)
hailed pearly Knights in Kevlar tights who spurn the ebon fleck,
and joined the Kops enforcing stops which keep black pawns in check.

Floyd feared the Kops (most...

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* For basketball legend Kevin Garnett *

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intensity ... defined
excuses were for gods and gamblers
(lesser giants with fairer feuds)
HE ... was of a wholly-invested mettle...

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* an updated version of a piece I wrote for my favorite baller, Kevin Garnett *

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intensity ... defined
excuses were for gods and gamblers
(lesser giants with fairer feuds)
HE ......

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I remember one night last winter when we thought it was snow falling, but we were wrong. It was ice.

We went out that night and stayed out too late -- unusual for folks our age....

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We knaves had orders both explicit and dumb:
Scare the blazes out of a management bum.
Thunderstorm weather rocked wide Prince William Sound,
Feisty gales pouring rain all around.

My partner and I took our overseer
In a tiny smoker...

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Curious Natures
In a more weak world the most aggressive advantages
don't always deal in what is referred to as "fair consequence."
Being an empire built of sharks, snakes, wolves, and rats-the most basic of beasts-
we really understand...

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Don't be heard
Hide in darkness
Screaming within
Tears they run
Run 
Run

End nearing
Break is pending
Storm ominously waiting
Body convulsing
Not to be heard
Not to be found

Only in darkness
They become seen
The cracks that in light
Unseen by open eye

But when all becomes...

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Just as days long ago, when decorum resolved, 
before composure, and poise,.. were corsages, unknown
Where propriety mattered, and was favored as gold,
high society, has gathered to flavor their tea
      ...

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'Twas a dark and stormy night on that dark and stormy night!
HMS Blunderbuss plied the billowing seas just off the Isle of Wight!
Able Seaman Steer manned the helm when dead ahead he saw the light!
He...

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Our last afternoon in Paris: open lips crushed together, whispered thoughts bound by the shrouded light, vows called out by lovers moving silently through foreign rooms and adventures; doors close, hearts on fire, imprisoned with...

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I've had thunder thighs and cankles,
For a portion of my life.
Boobs the size of melons,
Causing me such strife.
I would puff like a steam train
On the slightest little walk.
And shove junk food in my mighty gob,...

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Music by Rickard Linde..

I’ve crossed a collapsed bridge
I sleepwalk the landmine fields
I hold the keys to toppled doors
I’m told by the ceaseless winds

My world turned into dust
A cast of rust numb to pain 
My heart...

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Never knew my Dad when I was a lad,
Never knew what it was like,
to go for a walk, and hold his hand.
My, if I did, that would be grand.

My early years are in the mist...

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Your feelings about me are
Visions clouded by memories of your past

Lovers and haters and all things greater
You remain guarded 
And dictated by fear
Keeping me near…enough
But not too close

The war you fight is with yourself, not...

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The Not So Lone Ranger



  Hi Ho Silver the Lone Ranger yells as he rides
    Misleading because he always had a friend by his side
      His...

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Tired fingers drummed on bound leather,
white knuckled mountains held a fire post
high, giving away his position to everyone 
that drove by. A radio hums nervously,
keeping pace with the sore jointed thrumming…
but just barely. Heavy blankets...

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LSD TOOK ME FOR A RIDE
Record 2025/02/18 11:15:55.webm


Riding the roller coaster, white-knuckled and grimacing
in horrified pleasure.
He took me for a ride in his supercharged El Camino. 
Everything was so surreal. 
I didn't know if we...

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Sitting at glen’s edge,
pining the loss of summer
and idyllic rendezvous -
the noticeable disappearance
of luscious granny smiths
we cut in halves
and passionately rubbed
between a quartet
of burning thighs
to chill the desire -
after the writhing ceased.

Perhaps we spoke in...

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