Long Pillbox 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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AntiPoem 4
“Santo and Johnny”

(Poet’s instruction- Play “Sleepwalk” twice by Santo and Johnny while reading)

Santo and Johnny play Sleepwalk on Fender steel and bass
Just oozing out their mellow electric dream sound as the
Santa Monica Pier exudes...

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       In the still of the night, 
spectro-gramming the hot utter of air,
filtered by laser strainer-
it has become a scale for judgment scaled by tier
a black hole of sin...

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Alone these thoughts like annoying buzz,
zealously trample across minds agenda,
beguile what plans I had planned to play.
Yearning for release from ancient scab,
can I not sheath their crashing climax?
Xenon prayers list low and anaemic,
downtrodden by shoe-tied...

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No Matter The Floor You Pass Out On

I awake as any other madman slash poet.
Apon the floor  naked  pizza box for pillow a members only jacket for a blanket.
yes the libary sure has...

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What If There Was No Tomorrow? - The Polar Ice ‘Cap’

- this time it’s burnt and curled upon a new head. The 
sweet smoke of his sugarloaf effigy black as night, 
surrounded by a material...

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I quickly joined the Navy on June the 4th, 1943,  
As soon as I graduated at 17, life was definitely to be;
I received boot training in the state of Maryland, 
At Bainbridge, became a...

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Funeral in 1963


Beveled dusty cracked glass shielding Mother Mary enthroned,
Amidst flying angelic devotions atop whipped clouds of icy air,
Enslaved by an antique miracle made manifest in stained blood,
With silent invisible memorized prayers uttered in ancient...

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the body has receded into a fetus,
imploding in thrombosis
in the parts also inside out
and in the microcosm of the eye
the retina retained a little or not at all
of the color that turned from gray,
from the...

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In Knotty Ash where magic lived
The trolley runs all day
The pillbox on the corner stands
Five flagstone from the bus stop
Outside the News and sweetshop door
The start of Eaton Road
The next left down East Prescot Road
Woodbourne...

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I am getting myself a retail therapy cat said my aunt.
I met one once, and I am telling you that you simply can’t!
She had made up her mind and brought home Mrs. T.
A well-dressed cat...

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How uncomfortable I was, sun beating down,
wished I was back home in Esher,
I didn't have to kill anyone in Surrey,
now life and death, always in a hurry.

It was what I was paid for, King and...

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Anti-Poem – “Respirations In Blue”

the mother cooks food on the old gas range
wearing a blue dress she boils five potatoes
husband fred wears a red sweater smoking
pall mall non-filters that spew and respirate 
he stands with...

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Students wear a mortarboard for graduation
Not a deerstalker like Sherlock Holmes
If they did, I would have to tip my hat
To those with such discriminating domes!

If you are a fireman, chef, or police
You  always must...

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Hot sand… hills of hot sand; I feel cold,
The cold powder through my toes,
And the air is quietly travelling its path,
A meandering river, it flows.

Then, before me, the oasis, the answer to my pain,
The answer...

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she wears bows in her hair
what is she 13?
she wears pillbox hats
and pearls
I mean come on
who still wears pearls?
she has bracelets of every shape
and color
around her left arm
her arms a fashion statement
men's jeans that drape
around...

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Jackie wore a pillbox hat
And all who watched remember that.
That image, with her rose-pink suit
Is something no one can dispute.

The bloodied suit, of wool boucle,
Is, in the archives, locked away,
But no one knows the whereabouts
Of...

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