Long Reversal Poems

the Horror
by Michael R. Burch

the Horror lurks inside our closets
the Horror hides beneath our beds
the Horror hisses ancient curses
the Horror whispers in our heads

the Horror tells us Death is coming
the Horror tells us there’s no...

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If God is EggWhite
then Tao is His embryonic EarthYolk.

Why would you say such a confusing and silly thing?

What is the difference between a Paradise Tree of Life and Death
and a Great Chain of Being?

Is this...

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I wanted to write
 The best slavery poem   ever written—
Perhaps win a Pulitzer or Faulkner. 

I had every intention of conforming 
To the standards 
Of modern verse and composition, 
Lyrics fluidly written, 
Perfect...

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Let me explain the numbers I see
The first chart illustrates the five states that flipped
Notice how close the totals are
So, when folks dismiss the evidence of fraud
As being inconsequential I think this demonstrates they’re mental...

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I believe it was Buckminster Fuller
who first posited
a prime appositional,
like Yang and Yin,
but his was:
Energy is to physical nature
as Information is to metaphysically languaged systems.

And,
if we were to add the Yin and Yang
of this positivist-regenerative...

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I was touring the lovely countryside, once on a golden Saturday,
Lost within the raptures, of languid summertime's scenic display.

And I came into the vicinity, of a beautiful historic old home,
So being curious and interested, inside...

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Beauty has an expectation.
It can be damaging and filled with infactuation.
Growing up in a world of a certain dedicated beauty, It can be confusing.
Beauty is defined at first in a home.
It is influenced in tribe,...

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Fires at a blue pills lab threw up a cloud
Settling over the town like a great shroud
And this gigantic mushroom 
Created a baby boom
Because all of the men were very proud...

Tom Cunningham 

It’s no wonder...

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I was once argumentative, though I am not at all proud of the fact,
I was extremely opinionated, expressing my views with little tact.

It is not that I was malicious, but I really thought I knew...

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I was an active, vibrant, happy person, and I was captivated by the moon,
In the way that summer lovers, are ofttimes charmed by romantic  tunes.

Since early childhood, I had been enamored, of that limpid,...

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I dwelt once in a dreamy town, my land was alongside the border,
In a region of natural beauty, next to a crystalline body of water.

From the jade hills of my land, I could clearly see...

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An elephant weakened by drought, had become helplessly mired down, in the deep mud of the water-hole's edge. Ironic that death was eminent from the place she sought life - giving water. Too weak to...

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“One’s destination is where one’s been, if in a surreal dream a reverse world, is what one has seen”         ~~ The Poet ~~

A surreal new take on...

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Hours and days and seasons
degenerating apartisan tipsy laughter,
seeding deep-rooted disrespect
and highest and phattest co-arising Presence

For those unconditionally warm
and wet
and indigenously wild
and sacredly wise Selectors 
who actually might be clever 
enough to know win/win personal Presence...

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"Like a shooting s t a r,
         plunging from lunar fields of lavenders,
  to touch the aqua a b y s s a l,
  ...

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The Persistence of a Memory of Apricot Shampoo
by Michael R. Burch

For all that I remembered, I forgot
her name, her face, the reason that we loved...
and yet I hold her close within my thought:
I feel the...

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I need you to sing
the straight white male lead
in Phantom of Our Opera
as a Catch-22 steed.

I don't sing with wit
and I won't dance without it.

If that's a no,
but hard for you to show,
you clearly have...

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The goddess we call Aphrodite
Is not just an old Grecian deity.
  The Phoenicians did make
  Her a map. It's not fake.
Her body is cartograffiti.

The Punic war destroyed her face, 1
The Romans left nary...

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It was 6/10/19 at 5am.  I  was  asleep in my front room. I first became aware that i was in a differant place when i seen myself in the pitch black sky...

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My pen can not draw the beauty of Your glory
My voice can not sing the melody of Your story
My vision can not explain the vividness of Your beauty
My hands can not paint the beauty of...

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I gave it all away for a moment 
I would have done it for a second 
Because the truth us held deep in the mind 
And so very rarely does it find its way to...

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love the grey in a lazy day bridge the gap in my dreams through twisted schemes
filter through the notion of belonging mark the longing get a following 
we are in this til the end my...

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The Question, Translation of Carlos Bousono’s poem : La Cuestion

				« …Oh ! God, Oh ! Centre »*

		for Vicente Puchol

(* Note by the editor, Alejandro D. Amusco, attesting that the above quotation was not included in...

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Conceited clericalism is encroaching scientific study and educational exploration, obdurate obscurantism engulfing people's normal mentality and judgment, ramrod racism routing ethnic equality and melting harmony~~~~~~
After 4 years of punk-sunk domestic complexion and skunk-drunk diplomatic stance...

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The Cinematic Film Treatment as poetic element 
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Snickering Bastards     

Two chattering ravens narrate a tale of blind revolution and seedy redemption, as we follow a Raisinseed V9.003, the latest hermaphrodite...

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