Long Pittsburg Poems

They are conflicted haunted images from black and white photos of America 1933, when there was no place left to run. 

It was the hunger of people lined up, scraps of food ladled out, the...

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I live in suburban Pittsburg,
but my heart yearns for western climes,
undoubtedly from watching films
that dressed up and romanticized
the sweep of the tall-grass prairie,
desert cactus and red-baked stone,
endless pines in northern forest,
Earth’s tall, Rocky Mountain bones.
Where...

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Inside the water 
where they float or sway in their rusting roots
are horse tackle,
buggies, 
unhinged parts of eighteen wheelers,
a girl on a tricycle, her bones still cycling in the drifting meld
circle squirrel and possum pelts,
The...

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come 2016
or 2015
or 2017
whenever china’s economy exceeds that of the united states
(the year disputed circa. 2016)
and there is no longer any dispute over
who will be calling the shots in the world
from there on out
one has...

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I
At this stage
My retirement age
I speak with JWs
Jehovah's Witnesses
I shut my door
quickly before
Now, I'm emptier - stronger -
I converse with JWs longer

II
Fine people, careful about blood
Who avoid transfusions, "blood" food -
For JWs, smoking is wrong
Alcohol...

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KUBLA   KHAN


“In Xanadu did Kubla Khan a stately pleasure-dome decree:

Where Alph, the sacred river, ran through caverns measureless to man

Down to a sunless sea.

So twice five miles of fertile ground

With walls and towers...

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I sold my stolen joy division box set 
to go to a local show with a girl
how's name was in a popular song 
on the radio 
she had long curly blond hair 
like the one...

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A Mind Robber


Out of my mind had made a spectacle
Because about everything I was skeptical
And when upside down had been landing
Commanding lead were not understanding.

What was wrong with my awful approach
When on all others it...

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sputtering poetry,
   the impotent poet
      tells me, she was
“…puttering around Pittsburg.”

          potent poetry. perhaps,
     ...

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The passage was dark and damp
over a month locked inside a cell under the sea somewhere
but when Father Jones planted his feet back on solid ground
and saw the Statue of Liberty rising like a green...

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