Long Planked Poems

The thing that went...

The first thing that went wrong - 
was the buzzing in my left ear,
the one not buried in the pillow,
the one that was open to the world.

The second thing that went wrong
was...

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‘Twas damp, cold and lonely - not much bigger than a closet.
But the little room within me is mine.
It has no niceties such as a bed chamber but
To one side – when pressed upon hard...

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Sitting on here ye porch
Reflecting on what were thee past
A terrible and horrifying future was in thou forecast
Thou hast laid a future in which we live
Thou peers say revenge is in progress
But we must see...

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Cogwheel Ballet
            by Odin Roark

Hot
Humid
New York summer
Industrial commerce 24/7

Textile scents of humid wool
Acerbic edge of chemical dyes
Permeating wood and air
Thick oily lubricants
Layered enslavement
Nowhere to...

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A heavy sigh and vacant staring
      through a glass walled cell.
   Electric purple owls with golden eyes
loom about, transfixed and silent.
       ...

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The plague knew my infinite hulk 
in 1769, crept through the Polynesian crystal
onto my outstretched archipelago
black sands and white sands and volcanoes
speaking the purple language,
the queen’s English to the farmer’s French,
and drank from the palm...

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The beard line came within a 1/4" from a field of chest hair and called a truce on this wild mop headed man-child who spoke with such decibel excitement his voice waned from totally cracking...

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Sometimes, I can hear that happy, bubbly brook
bouncing over stones and under the wheel…that giant wheel.
It would drone along groaning a wooden song;
each night luring the brassy sun ever toward a distant skyline
by soft chattering...

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My fragrances have guided you to my colourful winter gardenia 
A cobbled pathway will walk you to a vanilla mushroom house 
Atop with a fireman's helmet of red riding hood flower wine
Bee loved sunshine daisies...

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In the hold tears are shackled
White eyes stare dark corners
Bare breasts hang limpid
Humanity dowsed in sewage

The slaver pitches, rolls
Each wave a fathom from home
Each trough a deeper despair
The screams and creaks in rhyme

Lost souls ghost...

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When the storm has withered and you walk away,
Look up and then down and ye shall see my cloud.
Brisk but sweet I shall be and I shall shine so proud.
I shall move the winds and...

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Nor thunder in the dark, nor flash, nor fire,
nor other pyrotechnics that, they say,
accompany all such events, nor dire
phantasmagorias, going astray

in the unconsciousness. I’m all alone
down by the river which impassive face
turns gold with dusk....

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Ill burn you,

To the ground.

Let the vapors gasp in empty airs around you,
And suck into themselves until nothing is left to drip across these acres of empty soil.

I'll tear you from the very skin aching...

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Of Dampness & Breath

Alone with his idiosyncrasies
shuffling along 
the pointillist perfection
of tedious shore,
an old man
luminous by moonlight’s 
slight lemon glow
swirls in the magic 
of dampness & breath;
their convergence emerged a silver-toned fog
at the mouth of...

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Music Festival

Boys in glitter and gold quote the doors
With dreadlocks they beatbox drum and base
A girl balances my friend with her legs
He lies planked above her face

Flags ripple with colour
Cheers wave through the crowd
The clearest...

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