Long Lampshades Poems

"Dream 1: 4 Weeks in Positano"



Kisses long linger warm lips tasted intense
so sweet like cured Valencia Oranges
lips liquored triple sec not dry drunk on love
softly grazed, then held long

slow, deep, warm and wet

The story is...

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Won’t you please take me back
To the brown couch at my Gramma’s house 
With the big gold-framed antique mirror over it
And hand me Grampa’s old transistor radio
Covered in leather with glorious knobs
That brought me the...

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“I am the Alpha and the Omega, the First and the Last, the Beginning and the End.”



The Dilettante Diaries: Avian Notes on the Sensate Slip Stream : The Silent War in 3 Acts

(Part 2)

What beats...

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Finding the plot

Of lost innocence
engrained in untold memories

The silenced absence 
in past present unspoken
stories well hidden
and therefore evoking
my past and my future
not mine and mine

Quite a mind-field
mines bombs blazing
artillery burning houses

My antecedent shelter of
generational tapestry
knotted...

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Trains run alight terminate on time like clockwork 
never ending endless procession of precision conductors
the conducted walk down the line warped tracks of 
cynically divided isles dead ends of ‘labour making free’ 

Evil strips uniformed...

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orwell’s moustache: PART I

the father of big brother
whose face can be found on the cover of 
animal farm or nineteen eighty-four,
his two most popular literary achievements---
he stares back at us with a moustache---
a pencil moustache...

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I sit there and read the words as I'm sitting in
the car. "Objects in rearview mirror appear 
closer than they are."

I laugh to myself as I sit and reminisce. I close
my eyes and think of...

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~Marionette Master~    

All my dreams evolve around my wooden floor
Candles and clowns the show must go on

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The Moon slowly moves its way into my room
Dust pushes through my window making shadow puppets...

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12/1/21
"Get a Grip"

It's fake or is legit
Get a grip
Live or quit
You either do or don't give a s***
It's all hit or miss
Being credible or illegitimate
Able to show and prove or another hypocrite
Biding time or lickety-split
Listen...

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Under the Lampshades

You are hurriedly racing your crazy Cadillac,
looking to squeeze in more time at the yoga salon, 
and have a relaxing conversation under a set of palm trees out back, 
with sandwiches of desire...

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outside
inventoried oval-stoned
cathedrals appealing
chiming crimes of passion
woke citronella
fog
hung in cement-hamocked snowdrifts
cloaked slow on slick-stained windowsides
tenement sheets
with the pomegranate notes
of rhythms unrhymed
   while all the uptown laundromarts
rising up
from insomniac-scrambled sidewalks
corked-copper moon tumbling earthward
like a sweet
sweatshredded...

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Here we are in the village of Morristown, New Jersey.
It is September the sixth in the year of our Lord, 1833.
French immigrant Antoine LeBlanc went on a killing spree.
He took the lives of two rather...

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January 
Too abstract too plain 
The memories January hoards 
How do I calculate the weight of longing ?

February 
I held poetry in my palms 
To grow where the rainbows blossom  
Why is it so...

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Reasons you might be a serial killer

-all your lampshades are made from human skin

-all 3 of your chainsaws are always fully fuelled

-your wallpapers is hundreds of pictures of a rocking horse ridden by a gorilla

-you...

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When Harry met Sally
He thought her just a friend
She drove him so so crazy
The car drive to begin

Over the hills and through the woods
They ventured on their way
It started off a lovely trip
With lots of...

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The Seasons heaven inspired Summer
Jousting  feasting + dancing diversions
Love  exquisite  reflection  in  the  mirror 
Tinned soup shelves in the village store
wicked chocolate sauce nutty ice-cream
Crimson berries golden mountains blue
shadows...

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Think of me as the eyes of late nightfall
crawling through a wafting sill
where lone moon cuddles dimmed glow
before she quietly slowly lays
herself on a cradle of clouds
as whistle of barn owl and incantations groans.

When dusk...

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Buttery Corn Puffs are made up in heaven

Delicious and such melt in your mouth fun

I'm not really addicted I can stop any time

But must be held back at the point of a gun

Each night I...

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Buttery Corn Puffs are made up in heaven
Delicious and such melt in your mouth fun
I'm not really addicted I can stop any time
If I'm held back at the point of a gun

Each night I bolt...

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There was once a windowpane oyster
in the deep of an ocean's depth
wherein dwelt a treasured secret kept

An opaline sphere of salmon colored pink
born of a single grain of sand
a charm unseen within the oysters hand

Fish...

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Buttery Corn Puffs are made up in heaven
Delicious and such melt in your mouth fun
I'm not really addicted I can stop any time
If I'm held back at the point of a gun

Each night I bolt...

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The cabin is a lumber store of snores
Sawing and hacking while lying on our backs
Filling the day’s orders of dreams and chores

I’m the only one up this early
Alert to the prophecies
With checklists of nails and...

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Up from the floorboards 
Creeps green heat.
It seeps under my head
Through a hole in the sheets.

It blankets the windows 
And shadows the ceiling.
It licks at the lampshades
And spawned my skin peeling.

Into the cupboards
Comes a noise.
It...

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Lampshades of beauty come in every shade 
everyone should have one in their home 
for when the moon refuses to cascade 
inside your darkened room, then you alone
can light your inner world with glow and...

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Hunger comes back like a dagger
on face. With iris and fingerprints.
Live, fluttering butterflies, stuck
on lampshades. Wrecked, frozen, the ending
of seeming. Men in cages.

They were diluting the culture.
Chlorophyll siphoned off. No color,
no sprouts. The roads were...

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