Long Laundered Poems

They were gambling in front of the house.
Manservants and pages bustled about
Serving Suitors who just curse and carouse.
Few mix wine with water. I heard one shout,
"Clean down the tables with wet sponges! Rouse
Yourselves! And when...

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U can 2 was on the license plate of my 
store manager brown Benz where a dead man 
was found in the trunk Alston Isadore defense store 
manager at Fort Sheridan Army base Ronald Reagan...

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On Fam’ly Traditions - 2nd third -
 


“Might as well grab us some food an' some beer...some ice...and some bundles o' wood, an' prob'ly some charcoal....there ain't nothin' better than walleye from right off a...

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Each English-speaker knows that funner means more fun than fun,
   and weirder means more weird than weird. And yet nary a one
of "proper" dictionaries has neologism words -
   the editors must...

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they disturb, deep behind my sleeping eyes
  ......
  retune my tautened strings, replay my frets
  vignette movies spin reels of dreams discovering
  fresh slants on shadowy delight
  the foreboding, ominous,...

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(tongue in cheek
by this moldering geek.)

Thy marriage doth incurably ail,
even strangers would vouchsafe
     (with nary any cavil),
     and perhaps even avail
herself (sight unseen),
    ...

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SAVE US FROM MY MOTHER'S OTHER CHILDREN

We are products of a polygamous home
A family of many mothers and single powerful father 
Our  mothers were never united but formed alliance with few other wives 
Many...

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'Twas a creepy, delightful, suspicious domain
near exact to my home but too clean to explain.
All the dishes were done and they winked with great charm
as the coffee pot chirped with a welcome alarm.

As intrigued as...

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Part One

                 Still the din dashes about in his dreams
now louder in the spacedout quiet:
an occasional auto-rickshaw backfiring revving
spluttering...

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written in memory of Jack Kerouac in a caffeine frenzy

...pipes /jugs /pipes /hallucinating te deum for blessed freaks and
smoking stale, dry cigarette tobacco (wrong thing) in a pipe to
honor, certainly not 'diss' an unknown friend/jug...

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Ever since I experienced being significantly monetarily sidelined...
(how about that topic for a change of pace?)

Yes back to getting walloped, decked
and clubbed courtesy cold hearted brute,
who casually, glad handedly, and royally
flushed out mine tailored pricey...

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Good news came my way today February 21, 2021 courtesy late father

Papa - purportedly named
after paternal grandmother
Sadie, her mom's Yiddish name
Basia Brana (or Brandla),
she took two B letters and
found American boys' names
that kind of echoed
her...

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31Fabels 
31Fabels 

 


Charlexes Fabels 


 

Androidone 

 


This poem is about me the JesusFreak Charlaxandroidoneseven. 

Homeless scrounge a little better than a thief my legacy is poetry as eye leave 
this world behind to...

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These days my home is a disaster where no neatness is mastered.
For years I did the spic and span scene for a spouse who notices 
only the TV screen and our part alien, completely annoying...

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Dot   ...   dash   ...   dot

China Syndrome just got Russian reactor hot

Dash   ...   dot   ...   dash

Three Mile Island raging nuclear...

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We make it in digital so that nothing real exists
Beyond the firey belly thought horizon
Far beyond the fraudulence of existence
Numbers and symbols form and this replaces our language
The heart is gone, nothing but rom and...

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And I witness
Your deplorable “glory”
Hunching over my tattered spine,
So we can have something in common

You walk with glorified shell-shock,
Another sentient tongue, 
Straddling on the Eros of vindication

Your sandpaper hands
Reach for an assaulted tenderness
Embracing lambasted lyric

Another...

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What compares to the present?
The present is like a needle
Time threading through its eye
A needle on a phonograph
My record is now on the B side
Still, I can't listen to the present

The future is encrypted
A symphony...

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As sensitive and as fragile 
As a mottled Butterflies tissue paper wings 
As gentle and tender as a teasing caressing arresting summer breeze
As transparent and crystal clear as a calm ocean
As jubilant as a trilling...

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for Paul

Summer, and the cicadas have gone mad, 
singing out their ending lives with the deafening din 
of a train that envisions the wreck. I, in my
wintering time have more enduring songs to sing 
in...

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At home, I have witness them all,
 Witness the process of germinating
 From precious seed sown amongst thorn and tares,
 To taken root, even when there’s no chance
 There is unverified full hatred,
 Wild spurious...

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On the sidewalk standing in the rain
the old man is a wounded dove.
Longish white hair: wet feathers
grounded in a storm. The rain is heavy
and repeats itself, like buckets of water
thrown out of windows.

The old man...

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Ooh...this... just an amazing grace note
     recalling how I felt like an ass
and wanna toot 'bout me getting steered
     (as a heavy metal kid Rocker)

  ...

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I set out on an adventure
I want to collect antiques
Things from the beginning of time
Items that were unique

I left my house, nude body and 
An empty suitcase in hand
Started my walk
Across the promise land

I skipped...

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Guile fire 
comes from the mirror belly 
of the idol Cyclops telly

Dragon tales
swing wily into the ether, miry gutter
Caustic dirty words heard,
your mother told you don’t ever utter

Divide the grazing cash cattle
with corrosive, covetous steer...

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