Long Latchkey Poems

Although my sister and I are not related by blood, we are as close as any two humans can get outside the bond of marriage. It started when at the age of six, my own...

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A definite bonehead moment

since revised when das scribe 
made laughing stock of himself 
(circa ~ 8:30 post meridiem 
December twenty eighth, 2022).

A retrospective account
revisited courtesy the following 
honest to dog doe eyed, 
doofus dopey dilemma
allows,...

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Mandated this faux gremlin explorer
(alias Cliff Ford) donning reinforced
rubber baby buggy bumpers to dodge
any errant wild jaguar, ram, thunder bird,
bee in blue bonnet hood lamb, et cetera

and/or any cowl screen Fascia hissed
dee fender must be...

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A bird that dips and wavers
Over lone waters round,
Then with a cry that quavers
Is gone—a spectral sound.
— Cale Young Rice

Sopping wet, the organ floats,
flounders in one of several boats,

severed from the blue-green sea,
nevermore to scurry...

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I sit and watch. 

Changes come so slowly. 
So, vigilance is required,
an attentiveness to minutia.
There are layers of wardings 
erected        between
the watch 	and I. 

Thoughts, which flit and...

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...inspired by the performance piece 
   'What's He Building In There?' by Tom Waits


A green glow dribbles 'neath his door,
and clamours of construction mutter,
bellow and insinuate, his broken voice
belies a whole man, straining...

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...inspired by the performance piece 
   'What's He Building In There?' by Tom Waits


A green glow dribbles 'neath his door,
and clamors of construction mutter,
bellow and insinuate, his broken voice
betrays a whole man, straining...

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A faint glow dribbles 'neath his door, 
and clamours of construction mutter, 
bellow and insinuate, his broken voice 
belies an old man struggling with a stutter. 
He comes and goes in dead of night, 
I...

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A faint glow dribbles 'neath his door, 
and clamours of construction mutter, 
bellow and insinuate, his broken voice 
belies an old man struggling with a stutter. 
He comes and goes in dead of night, 
I...

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A faint glow dribbles 'neath his door, 
and clamours of construction mutter, 
bellow and insinuate, his broken voice 
belies an old man struggling with a stutter. 
He comes and goes in dead of night, 
I...

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   Gen X or the
MTV generation.
   See a big growth in the
 Dept. of education.

   A generation of latchkey 
Kids home alone.
   Rocky hits the box office,
With...

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A green glow dribbles 'neath his door,
and clamours of construction mutter,
bellow and insinuate, his broken voice
belies a whole man struggling with a stutter.
He comes and goes in dead of night,
I mark his shuffling pace,
his wheezing...

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HAND OF GOD

The deluge came like splattered tears,
palm’s held out to see if it was real.
Hemlines lifted as feet kicked against the water.
The scourge of cold could be felt on their backs -
throngs of ...

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All The World’s A  Stage

In the lives of each other 
We play many parts
With a very long scene until the end
Composed of Acts as time allows
Act I finds Infants in a vunerable state 
Nursed...

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There's cobalt clouds across the sun
A nice cool breeze moves the oak tree
Somewhere on earth, someone buys a gun
All the while, the sun shines with glee 
Jesus loves all
Though some men brawl

Breeze dances with wind...

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Tis brisk, this love, that rounds her abs with haste.
With dawn of quick pursuit, she trembles light.
His eyes, they stroke the lamb, her wooly-chaste.
Her long locks, bind, grab hold the sun, excite.

Too soon, the moon,...

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Looking up I was so awestruck,
suddenly my muse was unstuck;
oh windstorm_

I saw a huge flock of bluebirds,
singing a song so long unheard;
oh rainstorm_

I got out my poem notebook,
my poetry cookbook,...

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A woman left for work. Her child went to school.
A latchkey kid, her daughter that day got
straight home from school, aware of every rule
to not let strangers in no matter what.

A neighbor said a visitor...

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She stands at the barbed-wire fence
 Her chest heaves up and down
  Her picture is taken ~ dogs bark
   They are ferocious

The gate in the middle creaks open
 admitting her
  It...

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Confinement -

I carry my prison with me

no bounds or bars or barriers

can equal the breadth of my bondage

its burning poison possesses marrow and mind

squeezing the emotion and energy

from every cell and sinew.



Truth

be told

it is a...

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