Long Larynx Poems

They call them crushes because that's how you feel after the first "No". After they say that they don't feel the same way. And all of that after your entire world was minimized to encompass...

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I lean down over
    the squirming corpse to be
and remove
        a chunk
            of fatty...

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Here it is again
That sudden uneasiness
The alarms are going off in my body
My heart begins to pound
The blood rushes to my head
I can't think clearly
My mind starts to crave safety from something...
In my mind I...

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There was once a king who decided that for him - beauty was silence. 

 He issued a decree that all sound was banished henceforth and that his land would forever more be as silent...

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Every time I get happy
the Nana-Hex 
comes through.
A dog's canines 
change into chainsaws,
toothpicks turn into knives,
coral reefs diverge into dirty sponges,
a sandcastle into a mausoleum,
a soldier-ant burrows deeper
into my borrowed grave,
reveille trumpets tap 
a tip-toed...

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1-The overall weight of the ants on earth is:

A/more than 10 times the weight of humans
B/ more than 2 times the weight of humans
C/equal to the weight of humans.
Answer: A

2-Only the crocodile is capable of:...

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DEEP sleep.  

Look down on your hammer. 
You had it for a short time but your fingers are still thick
Your larynx not as dumb as you’d like it to be
Your tongue is dry and...

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Living on a planet, unsure if I belong 
Where only sand grains and fossils, seem to last long 
The instinct to breathe air, compelling me along 
And the miracle that’s water, strives to prolong 

Hear...

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The mist was thick, the hour was late,
I halted at the rusty gate;
I’d heard the stories of that place,
And thought about a crime so base:
A girl was murdered, years ago.
Her ghost remains in situ, though;
She...

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Along the glass of a lazy stroll, 
The jar popped open the doctor, 
Or so I thought, ‘cos attachment, 
Honour and protection was proctor. 

Amis of gel, congruence and ear, 
No disk did move my...

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'Tis well known that when medicating cats they can become rather crabby,
So, this free advice is provided when feeding pills to the family tabby.
As if holding a baby, cradle the cat in the crook of...

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My name is dreaming
as a verb
but I have spent my whole life as an adverb

like a side dish
that prepares you for the main one

and I don’t know 
which paths led me here
or it’s because of...

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With whatever retrospect behind my neck I’ll make you look like an insect to intersect/
I inflict and solicit my scripts strict to set out a rhythmic therapeutic antic/
While I’m poetic I’ll constrict any rap artists...

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I want to run her thoughts
through a carwash, they are not dirty,
just old, the way a classic corvette
needs a rinse occasionally, but never a re-paint 

Not that I think of her as a car, 
more...

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Clean air has now become a pipe dream. 
The bleak energy speaks loudly,
With a lot of stale and toxic air.
Like Jonah in the belly of the whale,
People stay choking, choking for fresh air!

Sapphire waters, smothered,
With...

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Pounding at the resonant head 
of my chest—he of hunger 
latches his fangs just beneath my jaw—
not to sever silence, but to pummel poison.
Tissue parts with wet reluctance,
he with need more than malice
burrows into the...

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A lady was kept in a bottle, a glass bottle, for being so beautiful.  She was kept for a long time as a prisoner because the witch did it to her.

  Anybody at...

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He had seen chicken necks 
twisted and broken in Chinese markets, 
the plucked dismemberment 
of flapping wings. 

With help, 
he could have strung his carcass up 
like a hog on a hook. 
He would have...

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Another scar appeared like a tear again  in thruster upwards off the pillows edge into the glance that tormented mirror dried blood appears across my own reflected face and recognize the absence of cold...

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Picasso painted me ugly.
Two lips slung over a rusted hanger.
One eyebrow burnt for attention's sake.
Let's tell Grandma how much fun we had today.
Picasso is still at work.

Monet swallowed your stupidity.
Five teeth missing and nary a...

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My life is contrite but my feelings are right,
And I will always face bitter scorn,
Two little sparks wink my night; keep my spirit alight,
As I wait for the fortnight to dawn.

I sit in my bed...

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It was as if a dead man had a hold of my throat.
Each of his fingers (he had but one hand),
was a bone handled butter knife
dull, 
but together they clamped my breath like a vice.

"We’ve...

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Metallic city howls like a wounded animal
scraped by nocturnal vigils
of grandchildren and elders
emaciated like tuberculosis lungs
gasping from chug-chugs of tobacco soot...
and the face of a night is hammered by
ripped moans like plucked strings in motel...

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I’ll have to take my word habits with me
For it just won’t just let me be.
“Don’t be a writer,” they say, “You’ll starve!”
But I don’t care if they toss, cuss, or barf.

They’re searching for my...

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Disconsolate obsidian waves crash over crumbling dunes,
Sweeping afflicted grains of sand back into the depths,
Dragging my paralysed soul with them.
Engulfed in despondent riptides,
I gasp for oxygen amongst rippling currents,
As a fiery moon hangs precariously overhead.
Blood-red...

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