Long Pelvic Poems

I met a proper woman in a proper pub on a Monday in Peoria. It was noon, time for lunch, and we were sitting stool to stool over very large burgers at a long mahogany...

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Twice the night had fallen upon a sleepless slumber,
Yet again awoken by winter when the third was three in number.

I sense that a silence doth sneak ‘tween cracks of weathered wood,
Conniving with that which shadows...

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Once the night had fallen upon a sleepless slumber,
Whence the winter woke me when the third was three in number.

I sense that a wince doth lurk and wear which wicked gaze,
Of conniving shadows cast between...

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I was interviewing ecotherapeutic health workers
and ran into one from the Conceptualist School
of Positive Psychology.

While this sounded quite abstractly wonderful,
I asked her for the elevator version.

"Ceptual" derives from "septum",
a (0)-centric bilateral neurosystemic boundary platform
for "conceptual"...

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There once was a species
with one sacred EarthTribe Vocation
provoking polyphonic yearnings,
polypathic necessities
responsibilities
authority spaces

There once was a NewTribe health plan
divinely humane for ecodancing,
ego listening cooperative well-said choreography
to sing GoodNews wondrous anthems
of global theological geography
to worship politically...

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Your compassion reveals
mutual biological interests,
a powerful tool
for focusing fertile thoughts
and pent-up feelings

My passion regenerates
articulates
seeks to accurately label
read and process,
attend to your best nonviolent communications,
nonverbally hummed flirtations
of this
our potentially significant
Otherness.

These compassion communications,
positions,
postures,
poses,
plays,
prances and dances and trances,

Intuited...

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Thrice the night—the day!—both fell to sleepless slumber,
But now in Spring, though yet again: The third was three in number. 

I sense a wince remind itself,
Of what it means to be,
Instead to beg for booked...

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Frice the week along with night had fallen to sleepless slumber,
Trapped again 'tween times when thirds are three in number.

I sense a grimace gurgle in these halls of boned wall,
The aching whims and shaking limbs:...

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The Great Falls of the northern Plains is actually a chain of five seperate waterfalls
varying in height and majesty extending over 12 miles,
they also confirm that the right river was chosen,
we had hoped that the...

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still the climbing green lianoid lass


her tender tendrils torn  


massive metal lying like a cutlass


in her lap forlorn


                ...

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6/13/19

I have a lot of questions that I doubt you’ll be able to answer
It’s been half a year since we found out about your cancer 
I don't know why it took me so long to...

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I cannot focus on the focal point to equivocal, the pain in my memory, to memorial site. The night smells gunpowder in the middle galaxy to summon the smart, south to Saturn where I rest...

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Back in the day,
before right hand
leftbrain dominance
became our mean girl
weaponized thing

Our bilaterally balanced grandmothers,
whether Eastern Taoists
or Western Animists
(and almost certainly both)
did not think to separate
Left from Right,
mind from body,
passion from pleasure,
if only because our peak...

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Janice’s Looks in the Mirror

Like a pendulum from an orange clockwork

The agent high above on raucous prayers

She hung high and dry suspended in drought


Resembling a shot of liquid poppies injected

The heroine succumbed in Noah’s wet...

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>Do you write on trees?

Was on the radio today, do you write on trees?
Cutting through their skin of bark, your love initials, for a lark.

I feel sorry, for the tree, as its life sap, leaks...

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'Everything Aches' 
 
Oh my arms do ache as I write down this prose  
Most days it feels like the pain goes all the way to my toes 
Bring me back lazy days lying...

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When they pleasure powered down to rest,
their twin-engine heart was beating still 
at the arterial warp speed of galactic love
With the endorphin catalyst fuel shutdown,
the rocket passion blast
was nearing impulse horizontal inertia
The space mariner woman...

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Love again
And love after love
Ends in dissolution of joy
I pause, not for me,
Because of this much I am certain
And long winded Socrates cannot pull the curtain
Of logics down unless a fallacy is there
I found what...

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An amber light from a flower lamp,
Shrouds the room, 
With a missing a petal,
The 75 watts bulb pierces it like a stigma,
There's an old mattress lying on the floor,
The brown cold floor with the smell...

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     On the night of December 2, 1984
a toxic gas leak at a Union Carbide pesticide plant
was a terrible tragedy that continues to evoke 
strong emotions even 30 years later, 
disaster...

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I don got nothing but terrible
reviews bruited about
dip pressing field day
me (Lothario wannabe) 
trumpeted execrable lout,
a garden variety baby

boomer father without doubt,
his own shameful paternal
shenanigans cavalierly he did flout
dwarfed teapot dome scandal,
thus one look no...

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Ohhhhh Electic touch shock my body awake
Arched back and gutteral moans
Shivers sweep my skin like circling tongues
Ohhhhh scream beautiful wild sounds
I can not lie still, nor think
Thoughts escape me and I - I - I...

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The mechanical components, the valve that pumps my heart 
The reactive nerve endings that serve a sensory stimulus 
The tear ducts that latently only lend lubrication 
The silly little practical necessary body bits, pieces and...

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Tell them i was here
I carried them in my sack for nine months.
Tell them the ugly pains I encroached.
The fire that was in my chest.
The belly aches, the back pain, heartburn and headaches.
Tell them i...

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IS IT HOT IN HERE?
I`m a physical, mental wreck, waiting for a beard
I have no sense of time, I`m definitely weird.
I`m peri-menopausal, go from blazing hot to cold,
I have wrinkles, bags, am fat, and very...

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