Long Polaroids Poems

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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When the mirror of 
               life is a gossamer film,       
 veiling v i n...

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she is everything you have seen in the movies
crayola hair
velvet dress
sugar in her veins
tears glued to her face
she fingerpaints the kitchen walls like a little girl and tapes their polaroids to every surface

he is every...

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His real name was Cliff...
But we called him
Cleo Van Hoppenburg,
Better known as "Uncle Cleo",
To all who did love him...
Though not quite normal of mind,
He was the center of attention,
You probably know the kind...

Favorite phrases...
"Ho, ho,...

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When the smoky quartz sun 
slumbers into a cold winter, 
    we see the aftermath of a garnet twilight, 
   it is then, we find rose stars 
that refuse to...

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Pt I: The Pilgrims
1991

he’d pick ‘his’ path up as it fell
between the dunes toward the wood
and as the trees knew him so well
they’d all bow down right where he stood
and every day with time to...

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your love ~ my muse
your voice ~ my prose
            s l i
                p
                     s    and sails in the sky ~
stroking the silhouette
             of
snow-kissed...

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If stars could see the sun~
slurping the grunglethorp grains
from sweat-soaked streams,
purging puddles of blurmorgris,
you’d hear the phazephonyx symphony
of my intestines churning chyme
into acidic rhymes~
releasing piled pain upon
a peezling palette of biled ballads.

But why are the...

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The child of
The dragon and the phoenix
Lord of the Skies
Decked in robes
Gold with seams of silver
Riches beyond compare
Every dish
Served on a shining platter of jade
Legions of servants
To execute his every command
The Aphrodite of fairies
Nymphs and...

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I n v i s i b l e threads,
a mystical m i r a g e,
binding the silhouette of the sky
to the
skin of cinnamon sequels
in the deep blue chakra
that sees beyond
illusive clouds,
carrying rainbow roses
and...

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there's a movie i used to watch over and over as a kid 
it's why i love old glass and putting flowers in coke bottles 
there's a tooth on my bottom row that sticks out...

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“Celluloid Intermezzo Indigo”


"Black and White ain’t colour," he says
"Colour is very Black and White", she says 
"A person shows their true colours -
Black and White"

"Colour is very Black and White", she says
Dark and Light
Black and...

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Imagine juicy diamonds on our fingers the size of nickels 
      and old polaroids on ourselves, hungry for some fresh film
for capturing moments like the ones we have down by...

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f o r g i v e n e s s
is the window
to unknot the twigs of tainted trees,
where cuffed anklets
around the star-struck skin of
seraphic silhouettes
feel the suppressed sighs
of the ice-moon,
while
cocooned in a nest
of clamorous...

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The sun swiftly sits on the creased sea line, stirring crooning clouds of romance.
I sit in awe ~ mesmerized, for the millionth time,
watching the sky sing your name, filling the salty air with high-pitched notes...

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I am a true contemporary
who knows how to acceptably 

write a poem.  First with a tangible
aroma of burnt toast, I will run on

my imaginary couplets like a stroke
victim of the modern prejudices.

(Strophe’s choice is...

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Accusatory in your victory and  contemplated  insecurity, held down by your chains of  the inconsistency of reality...after the walk and before the run you brought me darkness and took away my sun....

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Surreal sonnets found their way
into the cavern of emptiness,  
Scrolling through rusting rhymes and concrete couplets,  
All in a chaotic cadence of crème de la crème.  
This hard-held heart barely softened for...

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The clouds look so harmless, so meaningless
 But when they're there, and the sun can't shine through,
 I feel you a little bit less.
 Dear Mum...
 I hope you watched me today,
 I tried to...

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I guess I must be well equipped
With glasses colorized by God
It seems I see Him everywhere
Instead of blocking light like Polaroids
Somehow my lenses always show He’s there
It might be simply rainbow’s beauty,
Or path that leads...

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City across the water, night by violet aurora
Los Angeles, we're further south than I thought (than we should be)
I take a strewn-bark trail to get a better view
Hand me the camera, Polaroids in quick succession...

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I have been through cameras with films, Polaroids, flash cubes, the lot.
I have enjoyed every camera I ever had, recording people, always a plot.
Most of my first grayscale photos have faded into a weird kind...

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Polaroids of the two of us scattered on the passenger seat
I drive down this endless highway
Everything seems to shimmer in the heat
A/C broken, windows down, Cigarettes in the ash tray
Bridges burning hot behind me,light the...

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this sunday morning,
there were lesser chirps,
faded rays
and muffled words. 

the refrigerator still reads,
"happy anniversary",
with a photograph of us. 
the same date,
the same face,
the same love,
but a different year. 

there were music bands,
there were long drives
to...

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She is sculpture... 
green hills in chasms of sensual carvings 
chiseled on majestic torso of mountains 
and silence of stillness flows in  streams. 

She is painting ...
beautiful colors in vales of floral polaroids 
blazing...

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