Long Macadam Poems

THE CHIMNEY
The once fine air, refreshens with dust
Between the village horizon and crest
Since the sailing of a death chemical chimney.

Young green plants seedlings growing on slope
Are left to sip these  carcinogenic dusts, sapling
And entwined...

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My momma was big on naps when I was a girl.
Until I was eight years old, she sent me to my room on summer afternoons.
It was probably because of the heat in the south,
The way...

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Along a quiet river to nowhere were styx lean like broken crosses. The wind is gentle with a sent of quite decay or is that brimstone in these sinister currents, that spin! A black river...

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And I despise the flowers as a gift
it's wrong to condemn something to death
by giving it
now 
your soul is patched for my heart
(as a protest badge)
and that heart was holding the walls of my being

I...

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II

for Thodti trailing barefeet his dried coconut-stick broom on cracked macadam
in the gutter festering oozing fresh month-old drying turds urine remains of fed-up banana-leaves skins withered jasmine garlands drained motor-oil from scooter-taxis overfed flies lean...

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Information superhighway bumper to binary bumper. 
Stark contrast versus deserted macadam thoroughfares.
Magnification rendered visualization coronavirus
alias covid 19 courtesy electron microscopy plus

sundry computer technology yours truly (popeye
Olive Garden variety generic layman) breathtakingly
held spellbound, née utterly transfixed...

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I ain't gonna brag, boast, blab...,
lest yours truly suffers demise from backstab,
resignedly taking wheel of our automobile
donning, (but NOT trumpeting) 
role as taxi cab

shuttling the missus, (she effusively glad)
to medical appointment
me, the obliging husband
in order...

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For much of my life I have been portraying
this seamless shell built just for displaying
to a world so intent on miming their play,
that reality’s bored, not wishing to stay,
and I don’t understand why it’s delaying
when...

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In the vast field of beings, some are stars casting kindness,
Somehow born with a mirage that drips mercy of its own accord.
They traverse valleys and deserts, spreading, unwavering, their pure essence,
While others, with kindness held...

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In the vast field of beings, some are stars that cast kindness,
Somehow born with a mirage that drips mercy from within.
They traverse valleys and deserts, spreading, unwavering, their pure essence,
While others, with kindness veiled under...

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Stepping backwards into our future,
blowing into the bag of our achievements.
Fabric stretching reality; ready to burst

Indianapolis track of progression.
Conscience, hard wired from the system
and morality, a discarded well worn tyre.

Digging mines to bury nature,
while we...

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                         Stateless

			…thatched houses catch fire
sparrow tires from romping in the coned-flower...

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Aboveboard
from the perch
In Spades
1st. Warning
Final Bell
Clean-up
Pause to review
Dolly Carry
Dolly Carryover
time keepers light
The Patina Variant
danger of exposure
Macadam Position
Both Acoustic(grasp and follow-up)
lacking the ability to follow-up
chain of moves that
is sequentail to pinfall or pin attemp.
Cold reading
Hot collar
Naker
off...

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The bar door is ajar only fading voices
echo into the void, from nowhere...and afar!

Here n there, trash drifts
ghosts in flickering neon 

Broken floating bloated 
dead down eons halls
last of white. 

Crimson rockets along 
an empty...

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Voices from another galaxy 
drop hints about this blissful daydream dwelling I’m 
obsessed with.
They douse the strident yelping from an unrestrained stray pup in my neighbourhood,
when it breaks clear of its tan leather muzzle with...

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With the onset of earth
man became birthed
perplexed, he pondered his purpose
swamped with wildlife
fish and birds rife
am I meant to run a circus?

I'll need entertainers
and animal trainers
a tent constructed of kelp 
moreover, an audience 
to add...

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Vultures swooped at fast
evading carrion;
Vespa hornet squadron buzzed;
Paparazzi psychology, ruthless
across screaming Macadam black
as the blackest slabs of night.

Sheet lightning born of
flashbulbs popping;
illuminated faces strobed
under toughened glass;
wide eyes, teeth gritted,
urging crazy dizzy velocity;
all the riches and...

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"Runes"




All galaxies abandoned
within you dimensions
ancient and unfathomable
creating new raptures
borne through fire 
a desire to be closer
to gramayre glamours
gedwëy ignasia 
right handed
fiercely cast

here there is no element of water
though we flow like electricity
the mother and the...

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WHAT SHE SAID

She said to me “You will not walk again.”

But I say I will.  Even if only atop waves
That roll in over the shores continuously,
Or  waves thrown about in tempest and
The invasions...

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(An Addingham poem)

‘There!  Where every curve
injects another memory.’

Analytic beauty that
nestled in verdant valley
allows the mind to review,
where archaic dry-stone walls
enhance the ancestral ghosts,
impeccable trees, nature’s
guardian to one’s heady days,
inscribed when lovers called.
Now historic brows...

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Again and again, I scrape through the sand encrusted
macadam pavement, avoiding patches of sunken sorrows,
embossed in tv jingles, uttered from the lips of politicians,
grinning, toothless, at the wandering
immigrants, eager to find no home.
  Against...

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I dreamt your illusion
                    {In voyeuristic colours.}

Bedded down the rust
of wizen memories
    ...

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His imagination scans
the horizon, if only to
escape this hatred he bears,
while searching for evidence
of scant regard.
His mind conceives blue skies
that blend into passive waters,
bro    ken
only by the cosmetic harmony
of sun drench clouds.
Images...

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The road

It stretches out before me, 
 the yellow center line 
 holding my attention.

It tells me that humankind has tried 
 and made its mark known and imprinted here.

But from the woods, the trees...

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O’ dear look- 
the garden of lilac 
and cheery is
 alive

But- butterfly is dead
bees are flying 
distractedly

Lover and beloved 
on opposite doors 
of garden

News are fractured
 in fractional 
lands

You’re walking 
against feelings
on tears

I'm walking afar...

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