Long Neurons Poems

With this needle and thread I stitch the wounds Avril left
but with this blade I angrily carve a new
rough, short, jagged adjacent from the bone in my wrist
for a reflection of our relationship
and an outlet...

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Back Door Side Door Front Door : Which door might a Confucian take
 
..................for René ETIEMBLE (Jan. 26, 1909 – Jan. 7, 2002)*

In homage - dedicated to the Chair Professor of Comparative Literature
.................at the prestigious...

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I'm continuing to read Jane Anna Gordon's "Creolizing Political Theory"
although now with Antonio Damasio's "Self Comes to Mind: Constructing the [WinWin Creolizing-Bilateral] Conscious Brain."

Right now,
Dr. Gordon is discussing various academic attempts,
and some of them actual...

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Face to the sky,
Breath of the Caribbean
Woven with earthy Autumn,
Saturates the alveoli of my lungs,
Pouring raw impulses into the neurons of
My pleasure centers, so triggering a myriad of
Memories ... the demurring requiem to summer tide...

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Fear of Climate Success

If you're like me,
which probably already reduces the size of my captive audience
to Zero,

Regardless,
if we're like we used to be
when we were born
with all the potential integrity neurons
of the uniting universe,

Through childhood...

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Imagine with me that A regenerates Adenine,
B reproduces  ConVex-Yang Uracil or Thymine,
depending on whether you are a plant or a person,
C bilaterally represents EchoConCave-Yin(Yin) Cytosine,
and D is for full-interelational fractal-view Guanine,
which acts strangely Dopamine...

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Considering how many times I set out to pen a small,
Master piece of art, a gem that might underwrite,
The utter liability of being just that stamp,
Or tramp, or whatever other denomination one might reliably take...

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Introduction: one of the nice aspects of having an oeuvre as a poet is the ability to see where you have changed over the years. this is such a poem where i can see the...

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Honey,
please don't even try to get me interested
in your Cranial Ontology Department.
You know how the name itself
puts my brain to sleep.

Yes I noticed your tendency to snore
when I am thinking out loud,
with tender thoughts about...

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Damn where is my mind at, striving and finding the best way to adapt,

            Collapsing the conditioning through written raps that never nap,

 ...

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Changing The Mind's Diaper

My mind is clouded and I just had these thoughts
So much going on my head is constipated
Filled with prime everything I was taught, 
The quantity is carried in my mind inflated

My minds...

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"New Gods" 

in those days
at the end of humanity
the few witnesses
remaining

observed new gods
angels, being born 
the singularity 
walked like Templars

through them
reigning over 
the few witnesses
remaining

Heaven watched on,
the detached separatists 
observed the birth pains 
of new...

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Are My Words So Foreign Or Obtuse 
That You May Not, Within Them, See Truth? 
That We Live Together Within, 
While Without We Share, What May One Day, 
Become A Common View; 
A Mutual Love...

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Some say the scientific method
                              Is the ultimate algorithm and others
                              Prefer prayer.

For symbolists, all intelligence can be reduced to manipulating symbols, in the same way that a mathematician solves equations by replacing expressions by other expressions....

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From the ashes of the never before, 
Lacking symbol, nor take to guide,
A Phoenix rises from storied lore,
In a portent of thrashing hide. 

Trumpets are a pathetic symbol,
For the lack of mind within the echelons,
Who...

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Sometimes everything seems fake to me, and I am so tired of people acting like they remember what love is. 
Everyone says it. 
“I love you, I love you, I love you.” 
No words are...

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Your voice kisses the breath of the morning wind
Snapping in the solemnity that bears a cry unto God.
Angels have come to earth; that in slumber seemed,
Like the wind creaking among the faith we once had.

Life...

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Forged in the pit of despair, the Megacity to dwell.
One Place
to rule them all.
Hell.

Let us come soon to surface in false identity,
Saviours, Creators, with no indemnity.
Pen Pal- Secret Admirers, Watchers watching over-- humanity-like Dire Wolves...

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"Penny Dreadful"





Penny Dreadful
Penny Dreadful

Do you remember when?
That time long before Formaldehyde kicked in?
When the Transformer grew your freedom wings, blew your neurons in?
That time when your story kissed her Blue Violet bleeding grin?
A wet ripe...

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                               parallel lives

  ...

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we …
are trespassers …
can you feel them?
the blooms, electric?
our world is pregnant with other worlds -
transient planes of existence that are
provisory to entirely disparate
rules and ids and forces …
why do we even question such?
particles and...

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SOMEONE WHO WILL TAKE ME AS ME


Someone who will take me as me...

Gone are the days that I set standards 
just to possibly disinter who is who
Gone are the days that I dig into
just the...

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I am sexually attracted to intelligence.

Intimate conversations springing from an

eloquent mind, undressing my conscience

and making love to my thoughts.

Giving me cerebral stimulating orgasms from

live interchange of mind blowing discussions,

direct transmissions tickling my wordsmith

senses in a...

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Villanelle: Remembering Not to Call
by Michael R. Burch

(a villanelle permitting mourning, for my mother, Christine Ena Burch)

The hardest thing of all,
after telling her everything,
is remembering not to call.

Now the phone hanging on the wall
will never...

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“Whoso List to Hunt” is a famous early English sonnet written by Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503-1542) in the mid-16th century. 

Whoever Longs to Hunt
by Sir Thomas Wyatt
loose translation/interpretation/modernization by Michael R. Burch

Whoever longs to hunt,...

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