Long Rectangles Poems

In one sense,
the Cafe CoOp
started as my therapeutic retirement dream.

But,
in quite another
the CoOp goes back to when I was eight,
and I thought,
assumed really,
everyone indulged in Thought Experiments
about what would my optimal Eden Paradise.
restoring peace and...

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Everything here is true
Just as stated
because it's already happened
or - it has yet to occur - 
but it's very soon to occur
and I have such strong feeling
that the future will be as I see it
as...

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                               Etched in Stone

In the...

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I knew this as a child
My mother told me so
She’d lay down in my bed at night
And read a story slow.
With my ears I’d carefully listen
My eyes straight on the page
But when my mind would...

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~JSLambert does not (currently:) use, or encourage hallucinogenic drug use.

    Telepathic psilocybin prescription erasing elastic depression. Competition 
wanes, just when nocturnal emission drains. Lifted poetic wing clipping. This 
party only makes sense...

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Out of the golden gates,
there rode mounted knights of the king's guard,
To the left flank and the right flank they formed ranks,
the infantry as the centre,
The infantry still forming, shining no more were they,
midnight sun...

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I’m just a boy, yes, I’m a free boy
Thinking of a lovely girl today…
Walking down the road with joy
The road of no-shame my way

The sun is glowing
God is all-knowing
The breeze is blowing
Walking on many rocks
Wearing...

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I see three doors before me.
The one to the left is blue, a beautiful lupis blue
with ornate lacework in its center.
Parisian-esque, it looks likes an entrance to adventure
and inspires me with its sophistication.
I imagine inside...

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Yale student radio (wybcx) is playing throughout the suite. I’m working on chemistry problems but when a song I don’t know is good enough to catch my attention, I add it to one of my...

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Tiny misshapen meringues, puffs of cloud, float 
Like lacework across the green and brown land 
Far beneath. In the distance, they are a little
Bigger, yet still not the towering fortresses of home;
And the snaking roads,...

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I own the secret club that rise from heaven above,
I own the moon in the sky and it must be loyal to me until the day I die
And the when the sun comes out you...

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How will I be in 10 years,
the fir tree asks the maple,
the calf asks the cow,
the baby splutters out


I need to know before they publish
the writs. I need to know 
before my head is presented
on...

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(revised on August 24th)

This mind…
It may be deranged, I admit.
But then I try to remember what normal is…?
Nah,
I’m not crazy…
I’m just an introvert, a disbeliever, and an artist.
What do you tell yourself?

I’m rambling here, sorry,...

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Cityscape

The artist’s hand reshapes yesterday
    In straight lines
    Of hard edges -
Peaks of 
    Right angles perfected
    Missing oblique or obtuse –
Claiming the...

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I sit and think of
	programs that
assign values to
	words that are wrote

love and hate and in envy are
	words that of passion may be
but value nothing to
	the values of the machine

angles slopes and rectangles
	roaring sounds growing louder
winds...

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I find myself staring into the wall again,
Blankly with no out,
I find myself alone,
Not in physical world,
but in bodily mind,
rectangles compose the wall in which I stare,
Organized in a fashionable manner,
And I begin drift away

I...

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At first school was cool
Had to abide by one simple rule
Read and write
And never fight
Recite the alphabet
How easy can it get?
One plus one is two
A E I O U
Two times two is four
D O O...

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"What neighborhood is this, we are passing?
I ask the New York Yellow Cab driver.  "Queens,"
he replies.  "I've been a lot of places," I say,
"but I've never been to Queens," where rows 
of houses,...

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The cottonwood fluff blankets the ground
In a thick snowy white layer,
As the gentle breeze whispers 
Through the emerald green foliage.

The fragrance of mowed sun dried hay up ahead,
As the farmer’s toys mulch it and create...

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Along the paw-trod path
Narrow and dainty through the gorse
Where yellow flowers
Lie dim like fallen stars in the mist
Comes a silent visitor, hesitant
It licks its lips
A taste like vinegar
Humans of old and long ago
Their lonely essence...

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gift from father beyond cemetery,
bound red book named Euclid's geometry,
father was head teacher of known repute,
but the son's reading skills were less astute.

wrapped in fine velvet it was in dad's room,
they thought "a clear sign...

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In a black and white world,
feathered fingertips caress
ebony and ivory keys -
melodically forming a myriad
of vibrant and vivid hues, 
diversifying dulcet emotive reflections.

In a world of spoken falsehood,
expressions that cannot be spoken,
aid each truthful touch...

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Baby Thoughts

Hugs are babies’ first official language
Followed by triangles, circles, with assorted symbols
Infants pay special attention to white pillows and quilts
Sleep is always on their minds
Flowing over yellow ribbons of light and energy
Babies contemplate squares...

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Your hands all weathered and lined
                    From tales of the past
     ...

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Look closely at
the crows.
          At 9:00 p.m.
the highway ends
and hollow appendages
          of turning headlights
pet the tangled shag...

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