Long Pylon Poems

THE DEATH OF TUTANKHAMEN

                 I.

The king is dead--and layed within his place,
  and night has fallen as it...

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THE DEATH OF TUTANKHAMEN

                 I.

The king is dead--and layed within his place,
  and night has fallen as it...

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Along the road called forestry, the silver ash weeps over me
as I meander 'round the dell and glade.
Pass scars of sand pits long disused, where gullies, washes speak ‘abused!’
Reclamation offers now a new facade.

Need for...

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Kahlia Akasha Is Back
We armed our jet with 8 anti ship missiles. Every single under wing weapon pylon was spoken for. Under fuselage drop tank full of fuel, in front of that  a twin...

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2011, the modern year, coming closed
         in 2012, and passive fat assed American apathy
strangles feeling from the esophagus, **** it.

    I choke, cough out...

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Chapter 12 c The fireflower (cont.)

When at last they had descended 
Back down to the forest clearing 
Rosy sidled up to Lisa
Yielded up the flowering branches
 
Now they had secured the fire flowers, 
Now achieved the day's...

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Part Two

Do you remember your run-up to the crease
      your Lindwall-delivery dragging the clasping flannel round hobbled boots
your anger
           ...

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Econo Lodge sign
       High
        On
        Its
      Pylon

Best we can do
For...

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I sit by the waters edge
Sitting on the border of a concrete ledge
Surrounded by miss-shaped rocks
Formed by the years of repeated water knocks

I throw a line in the water
As a man sits next to me...

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At the foot of Burgos’ Castle
Looking toward its beautiful Cathedral
I learned what it means:
 "To tide down by the pylon"
Or "to go down to the Moor Muza."
From waist down
It was the first time
I saw and...

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Time is winding down 
And the Big Game is ready to put a smile on a wintry frown 
A Chief represents the A F see 
While the 49ers are the National wannabees 
Television has all...

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Oh how alive I feel!
Now spring has come again.
The familiar sun,
My old friend.
Come at last,
Warming my face
As I walk from place to place.

High up in the hills 
I meet you each morning,
Rejocing once more
That a...

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Potato Mountain

I will arrive
an habitual escapee
from the rabbit warrens
of central planners

By ferreting north
in search of
breaks in the maze
rifts in the grid

I will follow
a stream beside
the climbing track
and yet higher

To a saddle below
the great ridge 
southward...

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[Pylon (UK) = Transmission tower or Electricity pylon (USA)
Domestos = Bleach]
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Jeremy Wig was entirely bald
He sought the best hairpiece that he could afford
He opened his wallet which made the moths blink
With just a few coins...

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Progress seems proudly perched on flyovers, 
Sold on many a toll-dotted speedways. 
Each, pylon-pecked, on hinterland hovers, 
And not on friendly crisscrossing highways. 

They slyly gloat over our urban mess, 
And conceal, not care for...

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Endless the voice… Allowing ye force… Chi your way be… Harmonically… At one ment… No accident… Devil inside… Enoch too… Victory He Knew… Edgar Cayce’s Class… Revisiting the past… Year seven advanced… Love’s true romance…...

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I

wet cat impaled on telegraph poles
serrated ashbrown fur
tinged with flinting silver
a mirror blue
cut by guitar strings on a shining plate
bathed in molten evening shine

jet streaks through pylon barrage
windshield wipers’ hemicircular swipe

dry cat’s crusty baguette fur
ashen...

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Superhero strobe lighthouse helm hexagonal 
        Sixty degree angle glass captain bridge
        Watchtower for Diminutive Town message
    ...

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Orang Ulu
Pronounced Uloo = Collective name for the 
up-river people of Sarawak

Orang Ulu,
loping through mottle-green light of the jungle-track,
lighter than dawn-mist, nimble as wild-cat.
Hunt-hounds around-him are bounding and
wailing a death-hymn or baying for
deer-spoor or fat-ox...

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When I closed my eyes and fell asleep in the premature hours of dawn
I never dreamed Your face would be
The next I’d look upon
My vehicle came to rest against the square concrete pylon
And those who...

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They gather in their buzzard nests
clustered in dry grey frazzled wastes
steel sticks to walk upon their footsteps
humming with metallic stilts
supported grid on artificial legs
their crude utilitarian structure
hang in groves above the chainsaw stacks

Buzzing across the...

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Like silent sentries
in a row
the pylon docks
await my arrival.
It is low tide as I
step onto the
gangway.
Crusty barnacles
cling tenaciously 
to the pylons
as salt sea water
laps the rocky 
shoreline.

A lanky blue heron
carefully picks
it's way
between the fingers 
of...

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Last time we spoke you’d been in a car crash 
And the time before that you’d been in a car crash 
So it’s a fair bet the silence is from a car crash
Repetitive rhyming mate...

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A PLAY ON WORDS – LIVE

The power failed on Thursday night.
I was left completely in the dark..
So I rang an ELECTRICIAN
To see WATT he could do
His response wasn’t very POSITIVE;
Because of the CURRENT crisis, he...

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The Psychostasia
(The Egyptian Funerary Rite)

For seventy days I’ve been prepared
With oils and unguents ever so rare
And with linen bandages to and fro
Wound and wrapped from head to toe

And on this journey I’m prepared to start
By...

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