Long Maladjusted Poems

"Smooth Big Cat"



He was one of those guys you just knew would be a dud. "Be nice", she said to herself.

She met him on the upswing from the abyss of a dismally closed final chapter....

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Written in summer of 1976.


I used to eat my lunch with groups
of businessmen from Campbell Soups.

We drank a drink at lunch each day
Of Coca-Cola mixed with hay

And talked of pending corporate plans
And willow-haired orangutans.

I spent...

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Societies,
religious and secular,
nation-states,
corporations,
extended families,
tribes,
colonies,
property owners,
owned properties
are caught in,
invested in,
an inescapable network
of climate mutuality,
cooperativity,
multicultural communion,
tie-dyed,
camouflaged in a single Earth habitat
of green-blue spectral destiny
rhapsody
rapture.

Climate injustice anywhere
is a threat to health
and justice
and peace
everywhere.

There are some climates
in our social
political
economic...

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How I Got Rich and What Happened Then

I used to eat my lunch with groups
of businessman from Campbell's Soups.

We drank a drink at lunch each day
Of Coca-Cola mixed with hay

And talked of pending corporate plans
And...

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In America’s Pragmatism,
the urgent question is "of" individual sanctity
now can be tweeted as:
“what is the Pragmatic or Aesthetic function "of"
ASS HOLE or PUSSY, anyway?”

and "of" the 2 types of Humanity:
the Good Dudes and the Bad...

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When the sh*t hits the fan and the plates hit the walls 
And Mummy’s voice screeches, “You ain’t got the balls”
The sound of wood splintering leaves kids with hunches
That once again Daddy ain’t pulling his...

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Here I rise... Surrounded by souls but still all alone
Born just ramble and bound just to roam
Nothingness is my name and nowhere is my home

Here I rise...Like silver moons down the golden slots
So synthetic and...

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K through Twelve,
it's called.

Students and teachers
walk the halls.

From beginning to end
behaving like they should

Or else. . .

One knows that
the attic is filled with cobwebs,
of course,
and dusty musty old textbooks
discarded lessons and copies
of one's grade reports.

But...

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Don't point your finger
           and indict me as a spoilt child.
      You made me this way; you built me 
...

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We love this road,
it has trees.

The manicured ladies
stand upon the lawns,
beacon with unwinking eyes,
scrutinize beneath shading hands,
pry open primped lips,
proclaim their fierce love.

We love this road,
it has folks.

Those maladjusted to suburbia
hear and move on
knowing they...

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Classes started up again today. Soon, we’ll be gloriously stressed, and clocked-up on whatever. Our hearts will swell to the pre-med symphony - a frantic opus, composed in the key of no sleep.

In seminars for...

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The house I wrote this poem in 
became an apartment for the ocean,
then a zoo for the innocently maladjusted,
then a garden for dreaming cats,
then floor-space - just floor space
to walk back and forth on. ...

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He struggles with emotions
He struggles with emotional wounds
He struggles alone unable to share
He struggles alone slowly self destructing
For his well of tears is dried up he cant cry

He was socialized to believe men don't cry
He...

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The house I wrote in
became an apartment for the ocean,
then a zoo for the innocently maladjusted,
then a garden for dreaming cats,
then floor-space - just floor space
to walk back and forth on.
The room I find these...

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I'm falling through the earth,
Another maladjusted birth of a lost soul,

Daddy went to war and never came back,
He was shot down by the cruelty of the western world,

They told me he went to special place,
but...

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On some painted wall they pee,
Funnily straightening themselves like a tree:
The peremptory command of their finished evil tea
And now complete rejection of a toilet with key!
The guys keep doing their thing with utmost glee,
Diametrically feeling...

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Can't cope so forgive me
I see the world in true form,
Not the fantasy easily reached and perceived.
Truth is the standing which resonates,
a strange sense of comfort
It is not negativity, but positivity,
in a Victorian fashion of...

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Eye  control darkness
Standing in creek consciousness
Eye pain portal
Me maladjusted myalgia
Hyposyncratic virilence
It tick, me tick
Bit me
Me sick
Loads shells, no click

Arabic apotheosis shrouded in defamation
Famine lives thru sublimation

Disgorge over the stern of the barge
Decrepid canal lazes...

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the sweetness
out of mind
out of controll
roam and moan
left to fall
dying crying flying sighing
no one to love
all alone
shall i always be
trapped cast out
why won't anyone save me
denial suicidal
built up breakdown
smother it all away

can't leave it behind
lost...

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Something inside of me has died.
On several occasions to myself I have lied.
My blackened heart in the palm of my hand
Offering it to you just as I had planned
My skin infested with your touch
I can...

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