Long Molt Poems

7. Playing With Fire
My mom IS quite clear on the dangers of fire,
But if boy'S hooked on flame, then it'S hard to obey,
There'S a longing for “MATCH GUN” (6) that most boys acquire,
Small'S the chance...

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Finally to Burn: Icarus, Resurrected
by Michael R. Burch

Athena takes me
sometimes by the hand

and we go levitating
through strange Dreamlands

where Apollo sleeps
in his dark forgetting

and Passion seems
like a wise bloodletting

and all I remember
upon awaking

is: to Love sometimes
is...

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Si està convençut que la independència és impossible, dir-los que és impossible de ser silenciós, impossible i no tenir una veu impossible és ser inhumà i acceptar ratlles. Tenim el dret a viure. Creiem en...

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Bottle of tears is my first version of this poetic legacy series
Skeleton of tears is which the venerated versatility carries.
This might be called as a sequel of alacrity or prolongation
But best before this is a...

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(composed about eight years ago
moments ago this poem underwent
     slight poetic surgical face lift
modifications by this bro)
this spine tingling reaction,

     sans flushed testosterone
    ...

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Fever and Chills

History writes itself
invisible pens find surfaces unknown
private life
public life
fever and chills sleep together
heaving corrosive air
from colorless lungs
hearing but their own moans
their own cries of ecstasy
how loud
how soft

From boardroom
to bedroom
clinging to manufactured essence
flesh bleeds...

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Nature's Treasures

A fleeting monarch butterfly greets me on my walk,
Fluttering about, the exquisite orange and black colour,
The conversation subtle and delightful,
Landing on a branch of green leaves of a bush,
I continue and i am blessed...

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3/25/01

FUTILITY FOCUSED
On unimportance
Perfection is put off
Till tomorrow

4/3/01

these shelves
have been emptied out

memories of a love

incinerated
all past tenses

blank name tag, 
blank face serves
as testimonial
loneliness

****
On a personal note 4/10/01 my first birthday out of prison and my dreams...

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Appearing from nowhere, a red stain in my colourless 
vision, I found them cold in the whiteness of the first 

snowfall. They lay there in the misty haze, stunned to silence,
smothered in their white blanket;...

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like the gold ring embracing my finger yet
cold and aloof, always more beautiful just beyond my sight
than within it
because illusion is impossibly perfect
a space beyond tangibility and compassion
where perception is a curse word, as we...

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The door was ajar and the flitnit sneaked in,
    not so much sneaked as zipped in with a zing.
Flitnits are very hard to see.
As soon as they sense you are about to...

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The basement I was born in
is now a walk-down bistro.
I was told about the new use,
try to imagine it
as a remodeling of that old place.

I dream now of yellow caterpillars on green leaves,
and green caterpillars...

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The basement is now a walk-down bistro.
I was told about the new use.

I dream now of yellow caterpillars on green leaves,
and green caterpillars on yellow leaves,
of the flake of flock wallpaper peeling in the night
the...

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Take pleasure in chapters from the past; 
some are affairs never to be revisit in this residue.
Only tongues look a lot like God; secrets have no echoes.
Therefore, set apart these small portions, the ones telling,
...

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Reptile meat got a foul swallow
The creeping things they eat
emit putrid vapors ...
vocal odors lemmings do follow

Falling off the cliff
into the mouth ...
Bask in the saliva nasty

Get paralyzed stiff — 
a human mouse ... 
Cheesy...

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Across the night the silence of travelling lights,
the shimmering molt of the stars, 
the moon sweeping snow
over the black drenched cars, and all unwinding
into cisterns of darkness.

The chill windowpane
captures them all as they creep from...

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Across the night the silence of travelling lights,
the shimmering molt of the stars, 
the moon sweeping snow
over the black drenched cars, and all unwinding
into cisterns of darkness.

The chill windowpane
captures them all as they creep from...

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Sex before marriage is way more than just a sin. 
It is a demon that young girls praise to calm their insecure rush. 
It is lust that is destined to turn all goals into worthless dust. 
He will...

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I AM NOW AN OPTIMISTIC  MYSTIC     

I’m doing better than when we were together
The universe has granted me delicate weather
Today I can laugh at the mistake you made
For  today...

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WITH DEFFERENCE TO THE GENIUS JACK JOHNSON

I’m doing better than when we were together
The universe has granted me delicate weather
Today I can laugh at the mistake you made
For  today a thousand tomorrows I wouldn’t...

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I AM NOW AN OPTIMISTIC  MYSTIC     

I’m doing better than when we were together
The universe has granted me delicate weather
Today I can laugh at the mistake you made
For  today...

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In a wave like motion, we began moving across the leaf.
We had travelled here together, hundreds in the belief,
That our lives would be safer after ten days of pupation.
We won’t be so tasty to birds...

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Little Localina

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Daylight-Kissed skin and tempered glassy waves, Sun and Moon quarreling as twins, school kids bouncing out of their homework-ridden graves. Viridescent balmy plants, stirring through Natures breath, rain dances making God molt tears to near...

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Hideous..! he speaketh. His name was Abe of Jabob.
His tongue was black of Ivory
his skin as florescent as the new moon
Hideous..! he spaketh again, mocking the molden doll, Sally
His eyes curve wide in the threshold...

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