Long Reinvention Poems

Once,
or twice, 
maybe thrice,
surely not
not fractal

A clan of crazy ecofeminists
conspired within an 88 unit residential castle
in their historically converted 
sometimes hysterically clueless condo
colonial-red predative brick 
badly bald aging building

With a sometimes soggy south walled school,
but...

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Don't you think that this title is darkly divine?
But, of course, there will have to be weirdness that’s funny,
Though my nightmares are many and have complex arcs
There’s some risk here I might have to work...

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My auntie winter's icy breath wacked my bare face hard, when I step out earlier on
She gave me the cold shoulder and iced me out with a frosty glare for no reason at all 
it's...

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Today, my hair is jazz—
wild coils improvising in the wind,
syncopated with no apology.
It scats when I walk,
riffs when I laugh,
and plays the truth off-key
because it knows perfection
never wrote a song worth singing.

Yesterday, it was a...

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And yet Affleck’s Bruce Wayne is an arrogant bully whose disturbing sexual comments towards Gal Gadot’s Wonder Woman mark him out as a man with a problematic moral compass. And did you swallow the bit...

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welcome misunderstanding
of your motives & your feelings,
because if they knew exactly what you meant,
what you needed, what you wanted &
you knew the same regarding what came from
them, then there would be no more
conversation & hence...

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There was nothing special about her,
She was just a girl;
Average at the naked eye.
Not too pretty,
Not ugly either.
Just a girl.
Nothing really standing out about her.
Nothing except her eyes.
They weren’t any special,
Beautiful,
Kind of color.
Except,
For those very...

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Torrid sunshine blisters reign on pavement,
that colour coded coffee stain slipway,
bearer of insole-laden footwear,
open source channel for glib hot air calculus  from starchy social climber, stock market drivel flies off tongue,
strolling human morph blasé...

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he used to think of himself as a partner father and professional guy
yet inside of himself he was lonely despondent isolated from himself
a doer controller and protagonist without personal truth or emotion

as a child he...

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Some things lie deep within
Too far away and out of reach
We might feel bad and exhausted
But still we can take a stand
Sometimes drowning
Words come out like mourning
In the silence of a morning
Sleeping too long
Barely knowing...

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Remembering the strands that fell 
Rooted in the thought that vanity would be insanity
A failed attempt seen through photons
Not even the might of the concept could rid the despair
As appeal dove further, death teased tangibility.

Sacrifices...

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It wills faceless principles
For the appeasement of whom
We wish sometimes we didn't know
The shallow deluge reaps
Happy means, thorns
And righteousness bundled
Snug in a wrap
Ready to serve beyond
Apprehension and reinvention
The ornery masses
I in mid-pack alignment, soothed
They are...

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Well and it's once in a lifetime reinvention
magic kinda like a secret superstition
miracle of a the souls great salvation
love found me just in time, the kind I
thought I'd never find the kind that only
happens once...

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Loveless world
You put on your shows
Anything goes
You judge and feed scandals
Your definition of Mercy is critiquing how good someone can handle
So quick to mock our celebrities cries
Instead of seeing through to their lives that are...

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*Image of Freedom Pub

Freedom Pub

Marred fictions of emus, ostriches
dip their heads neath, were hailed
by Ancient Rome's false divination,
of individuals, whose conquest of
enshrining their implied role.

Emancipated exacters, whereto,
the subjugators of the unlearned
majority, daily context by untruths,
orientations...

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I liked it back when we were thought a pair
And held in high esteem by lovers all
Who envied what it was we seemed to share
when we were also fooled within that thrall

As actors lose themselves...

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I'm sorry

I'm sorry... that I hurt you, 
that was never my intention
You are so precious to me, 
wish you could see my reinvention
I'm sorry...I was really not myself 
You are everything to me, 
don't leave...

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striving endlessly to
preserve her/himself in
amber,
having spent no time to pop out
the biological pez that 99% of others do,
rather instead,
working to put more 
cultural seed out into the
world,
s/he would be at a loss,
the greatest that s/he...

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a forward reinvention
out of death
i must recycle myself
into perfection
i would rather wash and dry my hair
than to love, love you
i would rather be old and diseased and wrinkled
and suffering
than to love, love you
and true,maybe you...

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Why does delusion seem to be the only reality I know?
Almost never catching myself when my mind starts to go
Is delusion my real reality though?
Snapping in & out of this dimension 
Which I should mention,
Is...

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A soldering wire pushed into the skin,
the bubbling, crackling burning of hair,
scents of a barbecue, roasting pork,
hazy blue smoke, fascia stripped bare.

A razor blade slash and the welling of blood,
staining the steel with a crimson...

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How interesting can you be ?
Once whole and confident 
Focused Intent
A likely pre set present tense 
All my ducks in a row
Ready to cluck out in militant fashion
A prepubescent repetition
Shallow and still
Reflection and refraction


The reinvention...

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Rain casts valley shadows
Where the line between dark and light
Is distinct and infinite
Thin vapours of sunshine border the distant range
What appear as clouds are now only dreams
The wind blows gently

Fourteen shades of grey hide reality
Spires...

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In every neighborhood and on every snow-covered street
In this great big frozen land
Resides forty grandmas
Willing to lend a hand
Filling up the bottle with rot-gut whiskey
For all the men too old to justify
Reinvention in a world...

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Have you ever cleared your closet?
Relationships are like wardrobes
They need to be reviewed 
Have you ever packed your bags?
A heart is like a storage box
It needs to be sorted
That lingering thought,

Pacing around the room
The reinvention...

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