Long Lackadaisically Poems

"The Crow Bar"

she said,
here I bury my dead,
you can hear them sleeping
somnulent forget-me-nots,
snoring blithely unaware,
in neat rows between 
the thick,
ink injected lines,
their soiled lives
ploughed and 
turned over 
replanted
sunnyside down
expunged and 
wrung out

eventually,
not totally oblivious, 
they...

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There once came a day
when the world took flight
('twas only a handful
who gaped at the sight)
For when she spread her wings
so few could believe;
and fewer still
could keep alive the dream,
that had awakened for all to...

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There once came a day
when the world took flight
('twas only a handful
who gaped at the sight)
For when she spread her wings
so few could believe;
and fewer still
could keep alive the dream,
that had awakened for all to...

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Excerpt from last night's dreaming:

Being plunged into the Lackadive Sea
blue green below me to sky scraper depths and beyond
With the quickness of burned off clouds, I think:
there must be sharks, somewhere, in the planet beneath...

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Chaotic peace, I describe it as what I need
my personality conflicts with the balance of nature
There is a clear dividing line between good and bad
but I walk the very fine line lackadaisically because I consist...

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You, who are so perfect in my eyes, so beautiful- adorable, and I, so flawed, ugly, damaged and crawling with defects; why do you enjoy my company? 

You, who are so sleek and slender, humming...

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Bleak existence portrayed,
nonetheless this (baby 
boomer) hybrid dreamer
oft times evocative 
edenic reveries bekiss
mine psyche with pastoral trappings
evoking utopian bliss

on par with drawing 
winning lottery ticket,
which fantasy I quickly dismiss,
where dolorous voices within me hiss
mocking pipe...

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Silence occupied the room for so long
No signs of a visitor to step on coming
Trying to entertain himself in craving
Of bygones and the future just like a throng

Shebang of party for a corporation
Another shanty is...

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May 8th 2009

take a moment
—to look at me
just one final moment
what do you see?

when you look into my pain-filled eyes
is there darkness?
a sliver of light?
excruciating affliction crashes over me,
do you not see?
is there nothing?
only a...

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All eye admiration flood upon your presence
Beyond words, this mind bleeds,
Crushed by your metaphysical yet practical brilliance
Deafened by the hilarity of your quirks
Envying those that may embellish in your jests
Frozen in tears where the past...

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A displaced soul drifts lackadaisically on a lukewarm tide
Of drugged confusion
Eyes blind and ears plugged with her own bewildered ramblings
She does not know where she floats
Nor how she came to be there
Her mind is a...

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I have arrived gradually, in boxes.
from foreign places, unknown sellers.
part of me was procured from a man
who told his son to come get me or else five years ago

I am stealthily planning my take-over of...

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There she was, my queen standing lackadaisically at the horizon as the sun set
Her face gleamed and glowed like the fireflies at night.
Her smile that caught my eyes was as curvaceous as her body.
She was...

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For crying out loud
I am awesomely proud
To be a Fool in love
With Mother Nature.
I thank the Almighty above
For everything he has done
Hoping that I have a secured future
Earth is now my haven, my Heaven.

I am...

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Mane Eater


With a still motion or walk
Prey you craftily stalk
Your eyes burning amber
As eyes of he from slumber
Hunting in Savannah grass
Tongue dropping clean as glass
Then, on the vermin’s neck
Crack! I hear bones break.
With a metal-strong...

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War weary wayward wanderer walking westerly
Sadly slowly striding shadowy suburban streets
Barely behaving bravely but blindly bound
Coldly click-clacking cumbersome calloused cleats

Tormented tattered tired thus temper tampered
Following faltering footsteps from frigid feet
Deeply determined denying darkened deadly deeds
Recalls...

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Today,
Written: By Tom Wright
11/20/01
That period of time between past and future,
where man is predisposed to reflect and dream.
Reflections on former actions,
can impact our future only to the extent that we allow.
Often, our dreams become as...

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