Long Plumbed Poems

Smelly Stuff Absorbed 

There are many words for those excrements that appear on the fabric in
incremental solid and deliquescent motions because ingestion fulfils that
autonomous need to shed ablutions but here I declare ‘Waste not Want...

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Dark matter seems to be
What isn’t there to be seen
In between
What we see.

They dub it dark since you cannot detect it
Nor can they inspect it
With telescopy.

Yet, while it can’t be descried
It cannot be denied
For equations...

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Papa's condemnation of prejudice...

and subsequent grim statistic one
(among millions, or more)
tragedy with feted kiss
Yarraka Bayles darling son
hoop fully experiences bliss,
yet more vehement rage
against machinations (think 

with little effort cruel humans)
trumpets, tools, thrives...
wreaking psychological havoc -
case...

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A Pity-Pillow So Comfy
Placed & Plumped Consolingly
It Is Plush & Puffed With Feeling Sad
and Sulking Sorrowfully

Upon Hues of Blue & Charcoal-Lead
I Heavily Lowered My Bowed Head
As My Pity-Pillow's  Pushy-Perfume
Overwhelmed My Canopy Bed

Silken-Sorrow, It Softly...

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Is Friendship Just a Delusional Fiction?

Is friendship a lifeboat that floats on convenience?
Can we all divorce who we like with a gesture
that’s less than a wave on a looking glass seascape,
ignore too, the wreckage of...

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I love to read Charles Bukowski
My Brother, Bill could have written like him
Sitting at a rust-leg old table in that fractured rectangle
     above a liquor store
     ...

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"Love is the strongest force in the universe."
Can this statement be proven true?
If I were to begin a search
And write down a hypothesis
What parameters should I observe?
Can love be seen under a microscope?
Can its depths...

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Near forty years, I plied my craft,
Anticipated each new day.
Indeed, most nights, I would have laughed
To think that I’d just walk away.

I delved in magic in my time
I plumbed the depths with cryptic codes
With methods...

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The Boys in The Back
By Sy Roth

The right hand turned the waters 360 degrees
Then another willful rotation
Until the bubbling chicken-fatty waters splashed over the sides
While the boys in the back did their algebraic calculations
Considering the...

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pounding 
grinding 
drilling
sawdust
plumbing scraps
empty boxes 
strewn from 
bedroom to bathroom
and everywhere in between ...
a miner's shanty once
propped up 
on timbers with 
no firm foundation ...
that's okay
jack it up
pour a footer
it has one now
reroofed, rewired, re-plumbed
remodeled...

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its alright
its okay
we feel and then we dont
these lives all form a sequence
to what end is for the show
feel good enjoy the onset
go low to see the sunset
some refer to context
minds at risk go unchecked
my...

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It is always there,
never quite within range
where the mind can snare
some shadowy form, or shape
an outline and hold it long enough 
to name. 
It waits for the sun to go down 
and the evening to...

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SABIEN ALLEGRA BALDWIN’S PROMINENCE
The perfunctory of your heart is a projected being.
We are here to engender the mechanism.
You are just an automatic entity.
Insofar, we designed this engine.

Your torso holds the secrets.
We will write our Black...

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WHAT NOW YOUR NEED
come forth you say,
dawns yes indeed ,
another day.
Where white of light will intercede,
The goodness of the world disguise,
1. envelops many of the lies,
2. attaining of your greed.
 
Another tune begins to play,
Equality...

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Dear heart alone and longing to smile
Tarry me your time, read my words awhile.
My eyes like an eagle alone in the sky
Have scanned panorama and providence
For a reason that this void in which I fly
Will...

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For my sins and everything I ever did or sought to be, 
Contempt and dying to be clever in unfathomed pools of sadness, 
I plumbed each depth and splashed the ether, oscillated shakily, 
Strapped to...

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Tender
emerald realm ...
lungs of the earth
to span a continent, wide -
jade labyrinth of wonder and mystery.
Like a serpent, its watery namesake winds and slithers,
the strength of its back, untested,
colors and creatures of limitless kind and...

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NOSECANDY SNOW

crack white
mojoblow
night flight
nosecandy
 snow

photographic 
eye chambers
capture it all
seizure lights
rainbow walls
nerves and veins
plumbed too raw
doubledecho voices
stealing authenticity 
shredding shades of sanity

Ferris wheels and Carousals
motion sick candy stick
black bile rises thick
ground navigates a
tidal slosh of
rise and...

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My childhood cookie jar was brown
And looked like it was Asian.
It must have been a gift, but
I don’t know for what occasion.

Bright flowers and some animals
Were intertwined with gold.
I always found it ugly,
Yet such sweets...

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I can hear the slow
thump and thrash
of a ship's propeller 
churning the dark and see
the sheer black wall
of a hull slide by,
gathering the river in
like a skirt,
then releasing a train
of wakes to run
up banks and...

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INSIGNIFICANCE


On earth’s unimagined vastness we creep
Yet unaware that she swims an even vaster pool
Whose abysses can not be plumbed deep
By the longest line of reasoning or rule


Each man tills his small part of the ...

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She’d kissed a lot of boys, and some kissed great,
but few of those guys understood romance.
She thought she knew what kissing style was best,
but she had not yet met the boy from France!

Into her life...

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Fan spinning with an uneven blade
Frogs singing midnight serenades
Traffic stopping horns blowing
Drunks stagger
A man yells
Watch where your going
Horns playing jazz upbeat and in time
Smokers chit chatting on balconies with wine
The steel mill whistle sounds in...

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I said on dawn 
“You appreared too fast “
not yet gone
my Tired of fatigue 
still nearby covered
Silence of nature sleep 
my niche terms myself
my ground
fighting dream

I said on day
“You lighted up my uplifting soul”
Accompanied me
with...

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Tides will lecture us, obtrusively, to our faces, 
& it's moments like these we unearth 
probity in outlooks and lookouts 
to crack the skulls of coconuts. some lives
have small windows, & we, like hounds, look...

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