Long Rinds Poems

Beneath the pall of an eldritch moon, 
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Once upon a time there was a girl named Melly.
Who lived in the Kingdom of Jam and Jelly.
The fruits in the kingdom were very, very sweet.
So when they made their jellies they were such a...

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Life As Perceived Reality

We believe and think what beings we are;  
Juiced up ready to expel our seeds
to create new generations of replications.  
Each with different bumps and rinds divided within, 
but in...

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Hey mommy I am here to play
Daddy and brother are on the way 
To the underworld where I sent them
By gutting tummies and dissecting 
Innards go to outwards on the floor
Faces you can’t recognize anymore
Low...

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My body is an infection
To all those I let inside
Some will keep for reflection
While others use for pride 

I’m done living this lie
Oh begotten son so loved
I wish to come home to you
In our canopy...

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Spring appears in waves of magenta, ochre, and kelly green 

Prisms dance across hallways and ceilings 

Raucous laughter rolls over fields of clover 

Each child spreads their arms and runs, tumbles, 
and blows bubbles 

Afternoon...

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Icy zephyrs slice through my cloak, a spectral wind,
Exhale of dread, shudder and hasten, tremors awaken,
Sensation of unseen gazes, pivot, yet no soul in sight.
Hehe, narrow escape, her beauty, a tantalizing treat,
morsel I yearn to...

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Let me tell you the story of the pie piper
Had a flute he played so said the flyer

The town we lived in was on fire
Our situation was grave and dire
That is why we needed to...

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Independence Day has come and gone.... 
All magic has been trucked away to come again another day 
Sweltering, yet, in the dewy lawn,
is the fragrance of burnt offerings....
hovering low like a old gray ghost, 
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Sky blue eyes looking
past the bounty of pork rinds
past boundless skylines
stare blankly for way too long
then to the menu
cradled in his plastic hands.

Plant-based food options 
required by government 
mandate appear first
photographed in black and white
described...

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Independence Day is over
A sweltering night has been gathered up and trucked away
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Pickling Time

momma stood up 
and stretched
arms wide enough
to take us all in, more.
she had that look
the fall look,
there every year since 
I can remember.

well girls, pickling time,  
it is tradition in mama’s kitchen 
to...

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those left-over leaves
turning as rinds of unchanging
lemon seeds: they must have bathed
the earth’s luminous wonders
like an orchard radiant in
fields of holy pilgrimage,
their veins drop without blame
or flavor of pity as more new 
sprouts linger on...

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Nail fools when I bang this hammer, construction worker

I use my tool, that's my chick, I love to work her

Ain't putting her on the strip, no prostitution

She's my problem solver, always got a solution

Put haters...

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Visceral incantation from onyx velvet lips,
moan, groan, to twist my bits as a witch.
Salem pyre ancient oak standing the edifice,
wrist shackled chains gather round vile cultist.
Breast bang dolorous dirge ignition of limbs,
Rictus permeated rancor give...

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A cold summer morning, the snow should melt in less then two days.
,,Hah! We're here on trucks people c'mon let's do another race"
We drove plenty of surroundings of trees, 
I felt the urge to sneeze.
Covering...

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Well, drip the juice
turn off your
Sunday suits
Fried chicken crackling
Rerun, what's happening
Brothers givin dap again 
ain't no O'Jay
whistlin
back stabbin-in
Bill Cosby
found a friend again
Fat Albert 
workin off pork rinds
and gubment
cheese
sinners gettin
on knees 
Faith returned
Heaven turned warm
Just a little sumthin
sumthin
remindin us...

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2 cups of crushed pork rinds ( hot and spicy) or crushed fritos
1 tablespoon of Garlic powder
2 tablespoons of cayeene
1 tablespoon of onion power
1 tablespoon of salt
2 tablespoons of cornstarch
2 cups of flour
In a plastic...

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You did not love the sceptred sunshine
You loved the summer’s undiluted sun
Which in the end took its bitter revenge
In depriving you of your saline serenity
Into the depths of crazed pivoted symphony.

Rest assured in your diverted...

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The Mallard Mimic 
is a myth....
it calls for a well trained
chef to use his knowledge of meat and wines
to create a standard
that many would wish for
and are willing to pay
to have
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the usage of duck fat...

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A friendship so young afford the time in the eyes of a groggy old terrapin
Is warm to the forgotten touch as a single candle on a cold winter's night
A comfortable brightness in the midst of...

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Counting dimes in the coffee shop
dangling earrings peeling orange
rinds, stuffing her mouth sitting on
her behind.

She had guts in her soul enough
to face the sun and what she had
done.  Her tattoo came to life.
Loosening her...

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The night air,
waters (somewhere) burble.
A deer in the dark
hoof-crunches 
yesterday’s now 12 degree snow. 
A mouse moves. In sudden urgency. 
Unseen all. 
Unnoticed, none. 

The moon is lost in wane,
in fog, in the coldest hour....

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Peeling splintered wood,
rust and creeper - a door.
When pushed, it dragged on the ground,
opening a gap just enough for a boy
to slip through.

Inside, partly mulched newspapers, 
their edges still dry enough
to flap in the wind.
There...

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He's unlike the kind you see on stage,
who do stand up like their actors in a play,
instead he'll sit down and build and create,
while he and his quirky imagination go on a nutella date,

He conjures...

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