Long Reheated Poems

GROGGY BEDHEAD NO COFFEE SHUT THE BLINDS .... PRESIDENTIAL NO GOOD CHOICES TELIVISION SIGNAL GLITCH SMEAR ART CAMPAIGN... LATE NIGHT REHEATED RERUN RETWEEKED RETWEETED MORNING NEWS?....
MORE RAIN TOO HOT BROKEN LEFT WINDSHIELD WIPER.... SAME OLD...

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   LizPiggo didn't answer, 
she just handed the money over to the 
Chinese lady and nestled into the quadruple 
wide booster seat the Chinese lady had placed 
for her. She liked LizPiggo. LizPiggo...

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Tried to take a picture, but the world wouldn’t sit still
and I don’t have the breath for a thousand words.
Fantasizing what I have to say, knowing I never will -
subordinate to suppressive hands like a...

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A priest once told me that the lump
on my hand was a ganglion,
a fortress of fat besieged by health.
At last it burst and the hand swelled
like an old man's,
shovel shaped and splayed.

It was her black...

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‘Twas the night before Christmas and I didn’t care;
I had dozens of latkes I had to prepare.
The menorah was ready, with candles to light,
Waiting there by the window, a wonderful sight.

The presents were wrapped and...

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On an as is where is basis, we fell—
down the elevator shaft of the day,
into the buzz of a fluorescent hum, the smell
of reheated takeout in cracked Styrofoam trays.

The descent began when the train doors...

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... leave your walls and cliffs behind and 
leap with me into the vernacular music of turquoise night, 
clutching one another by our trembling hearts, 
defying the twisted face of oppression 
in annihilation of free-fall...

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It would be fifteen rounds against the longtime champ,
But I was an upcomer, ready to make my stamp.
With an undefeated record, he was well renowned.
I was in good shape, with low weight, hoping to be...

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In Murano's heart, where fire takes its hold,
Molten glass awakens, a story untold.
The maestro, a sculptor with breath as his tool,
Shapes molten dreams, breaking the fiery rule.

From the furnace's depths, a fiery bloom,
Gathers on the...

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His clothing is mottled,
His beard speckled grey
and he takes up his post 
by the road every day.

But he knows he’s depressed; he is always depressed,
And his sadness ferments like old wine, and the best
He can...

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I feel the world
            not going well:
           When the puppy from below
  ...

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Leftover Willpower
David J Walker

I know
	I know
What I said last night 
After the last bite of 
Turkey and dressing and 
Cranberry sauce and 
Pumpkin pie	
That I
Would never eat again
At least, not this much
	So much
That it stretched...

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While the ancients sleep drunken dreams
in an August haze of torpor,
reheated by a relentless sun,
when the grills and water torches light up
the night with feasts of raucous laughter,
the sealed sweat from that riotous time
begins floating...

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Reheated road
Reheated road retired by moving pandemonium,
Altercating, bitching, clamoring and demanding 
sluggishly set forward 
Birds and flies dispersed towards different directions
Their infuriate cry overspread the moving commotion 

Against the riot the power standing 
highly fortified,...

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MIRROR of MEMORIES



Disappearing into the mirror,
fading slowly from my own thoughts
memories, photo shopped to black,
voices striking chords of longing
for the once known unknown.

Fearfully I gaze on living’s death
beseeching spiteful gods – spare them
those that I...

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the world's a pot
and we're all the spoons
wanting a taste to eat
smellin' life's scents
stirring things up
stewin' with our meat

there's just as much
to eat here today as
there was back before,
and there's just the
same peoples here too,
well,...

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Dry Months


A Dracula drought drank soil’s blood,
in spring and clouds refused to shed
their load of collected sorrow before
the middle of October.

The landscape jaundiced and leaves on
trees petrified into rusty bits of metal
that clanked abjectly in...

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The day The Eagle is defeated
The incident shall be repeated:
All transmitting stations televise it, 
The rarely praised tongues loosen in wit!
Born - to - Rule Valiant of All Seasons
To be lambasted for four reasons:
Who had...

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the sun rose
blooming bright
inviting me
to breakfast

i excepted
expecting
to eat eggs
sunny side up

but she reheated
last nights
rice and
beans

warmed
by her smile
and cups of
hot chocolate 

all the while not
noticing the dial
that keeps
time

she stayed
as brunch became
lunch then later
asking to stay

for dinner
she...

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Catatonic morning crawl
Saturday, suburban thrall
Car bomb kills 50 in Iraq
My kids live at the bloody mall

Stagnant showered stare
Crusted sandwich, TV glare
Tsunami swallows 10,000 cold
Jesus, I'm losing my hair

Middle-aged, brooding blog
Mow the lawn, walk the dog
Aids...

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