Long Laminated Poems

Which are your points for living
if we all die into cold leaky stink or ash anyway?
What's the point of dying
if we could otherwise live continuously?

Heading down the river
on AAA rite of ritual passage.
Six years since...

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She was grace in its purest form. Thinking not and caring not of her 
destination, she soars across the angelic sky on her tiny golden wings. Yet her 
feet never left the cold laminated floor....

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I stopped to stool siphon sip on a cool blue 
circumstance in the means between the in 
times loath listening to complacent
poetic prostitutional practice of stir my friends 
ego echoes doing the same f. u....

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When she meets you for the first time she should hand you a card, 
Laminated, that tells you her name and what she does... 
Not a business card you understand, but a warning and an...

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I remember living in one room dingy and dire 
with old lino on its rotting wooden floor. 
I remember crystallised spit dangling from guard at the fire; 
as mother cleaned, he'd only honk the more....

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Piecing together Harris/ Kuritsky tattered family tree
(Betsy Ross would beam at unflagging effort)

Ah, here all along yours truly
thought himself an abductee,
and/or zoologically
linkedin with chimpanzee,
hence imagine my disappointment
flipping laminated pages ye

ja undertook undoubtedly
painstaking effort,
plus wireless subcommittee
stitched...

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A cupola shin, prickly dick creed, hoary 
 testes tossed, master baiting ova all eel trades
crossed the fecund Rubicon and ejaculated 
   olly olly oxen yawping, in utero seminal raids
with phallic coup d’etat...

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dear sister,

if I was more like you, I’d fight for your 
memory,
cascade waves in oceans in honor of you-
maybe thoughts of your final farewell flood 
through my mind because of how you left;
what happened after...

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 Continued from Part 1


The trees, they hang in time and space around me –
trees, which in time before had swayed,
so gently tugged by ocean breezes,
trees, which in time before were lightly lit
with emerald tinted...

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I step from my car and I see ahead
the shiny glint of smooth, polished chrome,
the place is shaped like an oversized rail car,
but never on the tracks has it roamed.

I walk on into the small...

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Verse 1:
My Dearest Poetry,
I hope you’re doing fine,
To tell you the price of my love is why I wrote these rhymes
But the truth is my love for you is unbuyable
Costlier than diamonds or whatever we...

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Blues in the Night.

A malignant moon
shines his metallic claws -
combs my hair and brushes me forward.
I am alone in the shadowy crooks 
of a poisoned metropolis.

A clandestine garbage chute -
where waifs and strays burn
within the...

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(So sorry for the hearts I have broken
for the dreams that never came true...)

I wanted this madness to end
I have to stop this hurting spree:

1. I locked the door,
2. unlocked my gun,
3. cocked slowly, silently...

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For you, the first to teach me poetry,
		I wrote a little poem at age nine.
		I don't remember writing any more
		till I had you for English in ninth grade.

		One day when we were talking at your...

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Smoldering reflections of a scarlet moon,
wearing a crimson half-smile ...
silhouette rest on the rose-embroidered kimono,
draping your naked anxiety 
Thorns on the other side of the pillow — 
lonely fears of a union dissolving,
pierce through the...

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 A letter poem to my neighbor's teen, with the same birthday of my father in the month of October, (in October tales)

They took out our free furnished chairs, and happened in, they
at least they...

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Absolute is her adorable attitude,
blessed and bestowed with a burning benignity,
city girl caught within life’s calamitousness,
darling to all that dare dote upon her. Naked!

Economize, be efficient, enthuse she must,
Fight! For her felicity. Feel! For those...

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Separation into Component Parts  ( Disintegration )

Vortex of silence

Watching sun slide from crystalline edges
The quiet people do not question
The blended diaphanous to horizon smacking
is another’s world of disintegration

Humming
Vibrating
White weddings oscillation
Designing winking signs
To map the...

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These days, actors and singers serve my catapult mayhem, 
sometimes they are catalyst too!
I sing in between their lines of songs
their churned up recorded whims, hums, and candid cataracts! 
And some days, whence things get...

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It was the last room, that she laid in;
Warm to the touch, in that instant;
In within the blink of an eye;
she did flown, fled flied flown;
unto the bosom of Our Lord;

Room full of ceramics, porcelain;
Colored...

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Encouraged by a teacher I adored,
		I wrote a little poem at age nine.   
		I don't remember writing any more
		till that same lady taught me in ninth grade.

		One day when we were talking at...

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Because of you
I'm all here
Buried all the pains
Dug a new chapter
Imported new feelings
Seeded hope 
Exported all the grievances
Took hold of the promises
Watered the heart
Cementing the broken pieces together
Laminated the smile
And on the wall I nailed...

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Because of you
I'm all here
Buried all the pains
Dug a new chapter
Imported new feelings
Seeded hope 
Exported all the grievances
Took hold of the promises
Watered the heart
Cementing the broken pieces together
Laminated the smile
And on the wall I nailed...

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The strident, ringing telephone jars my eyes open with a snap,
I wake into the intruding grey and dreary external light,
Oozing through the curtains like some poor excuse
For something brilliant to replace the former night.

Spilling from...

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Preposterous melody won't exist,
Inside a piano without the chord's beat
Aubade is formed when dolefulness emits
Nails the body to where she always sits;
Ordering her fingers to start a writ.

Corners her world with piano as a friend
Heaves...

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