Long Pulped Poems

I hear their idle chatter and wish that sound was optional.
A box checked in a menu, a simple click and forget.

The rapid dilation of my pupils brings me back.
Back to hypnotic aisles of temptation and...

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October: I'm eighteen, shortcutting home
through an autumn-burnished churchyard -
copper-lustred leaves, moss-skinned stone -
a jaunty swing of skater skirt and arm,
college folder square-sturdy in my hand.
In the moment. In the last pale pulse of sun.

Hey, can...

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Our Sid felt well-jaded 
his sweat, it cascaded 
he feared the end was well-nigh 
his head was a-pounding 
a hush ultra-sounding 
he all but stared death in the eye 

Steadily declining 
whinging and whining 
to...

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Staggered by the virus burning through the city veins,
Stop motion, speeded up, the slam of distant trains,
Rattled through the concrete as forgotten people die,
Howling jets of power chords go crashing through the sky.
The cardboard jungle...

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A clatter of human hooves
drums on through an after- dawn marketplace…
the wide tunnel of  mouths
reel from the splintered chorus
of jangled tunes bargaining and rattling
papaya, arabica and sushi roll orders: a fiesta 
of succulent aroma...

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I'm a Pink Marshmallow in soft tender Hello,
I'm the bright Fun Sun in sweet smiling Yellow.


I'm the Warm Gold Sand,the best kind of friend,
I'm the Silk Brown Soil in a nourished land.

I'm the Silver end,in...

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In the field of thoughts two teams rallied their troops
Banners held aloft, The front runners tense but ready
Around the side, Over the top, Up and around in loops

No referee to oversee this encounter, Just a...

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Sensations mounting whirling heights

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The Faller 
He stands at the edge of a tall mountain looking down the sheer drop. 
Seconds pass. 
The man jumps! 
Nothing stops his fall. 
Rocks smash his frail limbs like matchsticks. 
End over end...

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I  hover long and wide
 tracing the half-sunk calligraphy
of my own hands on scrolls
bending and spilling words
to shape a raw,  poetic voice...
yet the gaps between dawn 
and twilight are narrow, more
narrow than all...

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Fealty's door was satin stained
Durable wood pulped from reliable strain
With blithe trim and decadent frills overlain
Lofty mantle Love's precedence to ordain
Interior with taut, strong fibers ingrain
Golden chain to seal our matrimonial domain

O'er time, your jaundiced...

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The world of recycling is here to stay
You cannot dispose of your garbage today
All is recycled and all is made fresh
Paper is pulped and reused by the press
Metal is molten, turned into hot juice
Re-manufactured and...

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Weary entertainer traveling along this journey
Hoping for the chance to be useful
To compose, create the inner most depths of my thoughts
Emotions placed raw and weeping on the page
After page of pulped tree products
Eraser, delete, reword,...

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