Long Polyester Poems

My protagonist today,
a Gay Black Religious Mature Male,
not quite ready for silver-grey Obama temples

Is off this morning
to a new full-time job,
8 to 5,
Monday through Friday.

He has been out of his calming,
regular custodial collared routine,
for over...

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Special Agent Alan King arrived in his Buick dragging my husband to Foss park for his failed lie detector test where I wore wires pregnant for the FBI my husband was scared to death after...

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Busy time very frustrating watching my 
husband and ciro gargano go over the 
blue prints over and over again during 
the 1984 elections for lake county Daniel 
Furlan Bobby Thompson Ernest Fisher Ciro 
was looking...

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It was 3AM.
I had too many cups of rum and I wanted to hear your voice
before I fell into a drunken stupor. 
You didn't answer my two FaceTime calls or texts so
it got my mind...

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Breathless panting as I sat waiting my abusive ex husband to return from his big job with Ciro Gargano dynamite gas cans golf balls with draino two hand grenades finally dust pans used to pour...

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Another day in dreamland

Wake up.  Watch the sun ease in the light
like the day before, goin back, and on some more.
Cuddle with the reasons why while I collect
my unconscious back from the sky.
Okay, get...

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'BRRRING BRRRING' said the telephone

“Oh hello” said the wide viewfinder to the telephone. “How are you today?” The telephone fell silent. Very silent. It had no battery with which to call, speak, shout or do...

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She grew up in the South, in the age of Jim Crow
In a town divided, no black friends did she know

She has her father's russet red hair and mother's walnut-brown eyes
The rarest combination, I surmise
She...

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Interview With Rock Star - Johnny Bravo

So Johnny, what happened? Why did you quit your musical career before it even got started?

It was that guy with the crazy curls, Greg Brady, who quit Johnny Bravo....

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Inside A ‘72 Econoline

This old green van has a musty smell to it,
Like a pair of sweaty rancid socks
Mixed with half-empty beer cans.
It’s a banged up thing, this ’72 Econoline.
Scratches and mysterious dents 
Cover its...

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A mirror never reveals  
fallen secrets sewn with soulful sequins;  
time unmutes raven melodies within,  
tawny tunes of truth~
   I once spoke in colorful dialects.  
Now, I trust just...

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Five Words of Change 

There are words that make my toes curl, my skin crawl and the hair on my arms stand straight up like taking off a polyester sweater in winter crackling with static...

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What’s fair is fair

I walked into Macys Department Store the other day
thinking I’d buy a few items for the summer
I entered on the first floor and was met by
counter after counter of cosmetics and perfume
with...

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Call of the wild

We talkspeak and nothing much is 
said until a bright spore spot spawns
and gets a seed for sale—compliant
of brotherly love passions filler like dirty
socks in a hamper  forgotten   we...

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Leisurely sat on a busy beach
A hive of noise and activity
A collage of shifting 
Shape and colour form
Just casually surveying the view

I felt the hot intense expanding rays Of the sun
Scorch and burn my sensitive...

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My grandparents lived on farms – both sides of my family.
My mother’s parents and my father’s parents.
Overalls and button down shirts with pockets
Work boots for grandpas

Except my single grandpa did get dressed up fancy
For Saturday...

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I was a teenager when back when, when I first started working in the tape industry. Working in Manhattan traveling from New Jersey either by train, bus or car for seventeen long years. I've learnt...

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You can count on it 
Seasons changing 
You can count on it 
A drip from a faucet sink 
You can count on it 
Ignited Flame polyester melts 
You can count on it 
World domination 
Higher...

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I'm walking my floors
Like a rattle
Being creative
Starting, some drama
Looking at my image


Reading my literature
Reading my novel
Reading my rhymes
Look at my style 
Look at my talent
I'm exotic
Very professional


Look at the vine
Listen, to the melody
Drink some wine
Memorize
Protect...

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I can accept love 
I have time to learn
and earn

But
can I embrace compassion
I feel sure appreciates me
far more wisely
than I have yet earned?

Positive passions more pleasant
than I could ever find sufficient time
to brilliantly learn

My adoration...

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I'm walking my floors
Like a rattle
Being creative
Starting, some drama
Look at my image
Read my literature
Read my novel
Read my rhymes

Look at my style 
Look at my talent
I'm exotic
Very professional

Look at the vine
Listen, to the melody
Drink some wine
Memorize
Protect...

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I am a drunken pen, or at least thats what they call me in the betting shop at 4.55pm on a Saturday afternoon. Kept deep inside the cavity of a old polyester jacket to converse...

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A man walks by in a gray polyester suit 
He tells another man to call him Juice 
The other man in bright orange hunter's clothes, he looks bold and brash 
He tells Juice to call...

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I will not hold your golden trophy high above MY head
Or wear your name engraved with cheap polyester thread
I’m so sorry you can’t decide what to wear today,
Will it be the Christian Dior or the...

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