Long Matador Poems

you write your words and they make me cry
you write those word and you know i die
but i've died so often now

i held you in my arms while you smelled my hair
i saw that pretty...

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Well, it all started when
Jim Beam bet Jack Daniels
that Captain Morgan
couldn't go out
and get himself
some Wild Turkey.
Old Fashioned, like Old Granddad,
Captain Morgan like some of you,
really enjoys his Southern Comfort.
But mostly in the form of...

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The fine art of making excuses

which achievement, deportment,
endorsement, and indictment
(more serious than rigging an election)
jump/kickstarts (a divine comedy of errors)
not reason enough
to be deported),
but necessitates more than a facile effort
linkedin to a working knowledge
of familial...

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As the odyssey in the skiff continued a more sentient being begun to appear,
At times feeling as a eunuch who was unable to change anything,
In zenith of toxicity as miasma on a cold misty morning.
What...

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VIVA LA ELVIS

In Tupelo Mississippi, twin baby boys were born,
To Gladys and Vernon Presley, but sadly one passed on.
They named him Jesse Garon, their hearts so full of pain,
And then came Elvis Aaron, a breath...

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Ballet of Death

As trumpets prepare emotions
This sordid art knows well
My hooves stomp impatiently
Raising clouds of dust
Enshrouding my entrance

With shouts and whistles
A crowd's tense moments
Engulf this gladiator's arena
Demanding courage and blood

Far away
The grassy hills
Of his Ganaderias...

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"Dream Bug"



Hour glass 
rainbows sparkling
crystal grainy rapids
sliding intrepidly through life’s fingers

their coloured sands speak in tones
they are obtuse and vapid 
like snowflakes they fall 
confetti on my hands

Writing you 
between there
and here again
a feckless court...

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living in this house gets weird in the winter,
we just live here now, the two of us, me and babby.
well, I guess it’s not just us, always sleeping is the cat.
whenever it gets a little...

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Near small Rapid City,
a man came up to me,
said,”Hey, I’ll show you a good time.”
I thought that meant girls,
turns out, as things unfurled,
the man had something else in mind.

We went to a garage,
a rusty, grease-stained...

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Red hot chili pepper poker face...

Born that way angry antithetical 
mailer daemon when...
all of Christendom bows their collective 
talking heads in supplication,
a temporary truce and reprieve 
against bigotry, deviltry, idolatry (nah),  
et cetera across...

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Janus Face

Chaotic dialect set-off back-and-forth
Two contrasting characteristics 
One is proven to be duplicitous
Political backing of the other party
Now denies it
A refusal that of a true statement
Two-headed bull, speaks gibberish
But the bull is goaded,
wounded, half-crazed
If the...

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The summer sky suddenly turned into a zealous stadium.
Sun like a raging bull inside the ring of fuming helium,
full on fire with flaring flames coming out of its nostril.
Fidgeting in the middle with flickering rays...

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1..A rusty door-nail leaks a drying crust.
2..The taint of copper pennies.
3.Salt licking the scars of the unhealed.
4..A sunset burning dry corn.
5.Eyes bruised by anger.
6.Lips cut by stinging words.
7.Money burning holes in red letter days.
8.A fledglings...

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In ye old days of yore on Malaga's dreary shore
An untidy castle rimmed by salty moor
Housed a lonely, oft-drunk matador
In briny marsh grazed no sheep, but wild pigs three score
Staggering oft around soggy, muddy estate...

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A nine mile shift with a roadrunner penguin is not really a relaxing way to spend a Sunday afternoon. And to hop on a squire bus and sing is often best achieved by the gatherings...

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I didn't want to attend that damned bullfight, but my girlfriends finally persuaded 
me, seeing as though I had grown weary of the lone traveler routine, continually
taking the path of opposition.

So, at three pm, I...

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Life ain't no bed of roses
We're not destined to 
drown in a pit of despair
Aguish is unknown until flesh
grazes a blade of barbed brair

A prickle that pricks
A nettle that nicks and
stings my gaping gore
A scab...

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I begin as a covet, dulcet demure
pure in play, unbound to a dogma or tablature, a luscious lure,
I find that nerve of passion's verve nestled 'neath narcissistic comfiture
a covey of tingles taunting the ambition you...

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………....

On act two, my handkerchief dropped down on
my weakening feet, escaping the wipe of tears
from my sullen lids:  by this time children
too young to make their own milk burst into
deafening cheers shouting for more...

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Will the angels sing
  When the old matador
 stares down his final bull?
Knowing that his dance 
Of death’s fine procession
Grows ever more still?
And sooner or later the sword
Will miss its mark?
And will those angels...

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Somehow my deepest desire,
Is just a walk in the rain,
A break from the monotonous routine,
What has made life so mundane,

Company not a necessity,
Being alone is no longer foreign,
Yesterday history, tomorrow mystery,
Yet present in itself feels...

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A fuming, fierce and moving target
On yor species will you place yor bet!

Aiming the blade into shoulder blade or beating heart
all toreadors hope to throw that fatal decisive dart!

This bullyboy to score a bloodied bullseye...

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Villanelle: The dilemma of the non-violent – 2

Villanelle: The dilemma of the non-violent – 2

The formal war according to ancient rules
The pitted hosts convened on common ground
Till the last man drops or takes to his...

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?Art thou turned away at the door-
Thy pilgrim journey cursed with misadventure?
Doth goodness against thee shy like the mimosa?
Is thine head bowed that thou canst not name the stars?

Seest thou thine maker a foe?
Dost thou...

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Two peas in a pod


Two peas in a pod, we are like a family.
Two peas in a pod, the better half of me.
Two peas in a pod, she gets the best of me,
Like nobody else...

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