Long Roach Poems

Good boy gone bad enters the stage with a spotlight overhead, despite being misunderstood in my ghetto neighborhood

The lonely applause celebrates in my cracked, corrupted, and crazed cranium
I exaggerate too much and so too much,...

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Stood I there, that last day,
On an iron bridge...
An aqueduct by design,
Where, looking dreamily out over
The Ernes Lower Lough,
My compressed shadow 
Momentarily paused -
To contently recline:
Amidst coy Junes radiant beams 
of sweet benign!
All was stilled,...

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Half a dozen plus years ago the following became a near reality

Countdown to homelessness – 
mars this earthlinked sole Harris - son
panhandler would would register 
pyrrhic victory won.

10…9…8…3..2..1… 
Found me linkedin at the end of...

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A Place Not Meant To Be
           
PART: II            (699 of 1487 words)

#9: Days of...

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Re: viewing the emotionally prosperous papa razz zee life I did not live

The following poetic account 
written more'n a dozen 
dirty dancing decades ago, 
while I (a socially 
withdrawn Homo Sapiens) 
one indigent Yahoo 
groveled...

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Deva Ossig, the landlady (and property owner) turned rogue

Just a couple weeks shy 
and seven years ago to the day,
I still remember contractual obligations
our previous residential abode
724 West Railroad Avenue, 
Bryn Mawr 19010 zip code
volatile...

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Ruing the emotionally prosperous papa razz zee life I did not live

The following poetic account 
written more'n a dozen dirty dancing decades ago, 
while I (a socially withdrawn Homo Sapiens) 
groveled along (on a secret...

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Blanked out
Blanket bliss...
I pout and doubt
And all dat 'n diss
I'm not spic and span
I'm not fine and dandy
Rollercoaster my blues
I have some news...
scrambled with clues 
Wearing diffarant (being arrogant and different) shoes 

All I said
All...

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In a sense everything is a seed of it's successor
The universe is change, life is judgement
Those aren't my words, they're a famous author
The rest of these are and what I think he meant
Before you demur...

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Yardbirds are hopefully smug cockfully strutting, 
     cutting a rug?

         Parked car birds are vigilant vigilantes? 

      ...

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day and night Blattaria of various shapes and sizes 
scuttle with incandescent 
   after glow as flashing blur rises
to fill every quarter of mine cerebral core, when asleep pries
me lids awake with shell...

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As I walked holding my overnight bag,
towards the steam locomotive,
the air in the hot night so sultry and steamy,
my clothes clung to me as I boarded,
the train steward showed me
to my cabin which had a...

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...
My bed is comfortable, as I lay for wanted sleep.
I change positions from my mother's womb to the bum that lays on the sidewalk;
letting the rays of the sun warm his face.
The buzzer is yelling:
wake...

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Scarcely the Dropper-- a roach antennae Felt,

Some Maudling exterminator of nakedly inhuman hands.

Boiled renunciation falling sick With life itself,

For Libido has and Always Will Be…. the most Impersonal of instrument.

Stepping out and through a purple...

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(verse 1)
Yo we'll let bygones be bygones though bygones bite on
blessed to have had the good times it’s life it all went wrong

though it hurts good memories
to the end you’ll always be 
my friends and...

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TODAY I'M STAYING IN MY FAITH WITNESSING CORRUPTION BULLY ME FOR WITNESSING THE PLOTTING OF AN ARSON RESULTING IN 9 PERSONS BEING BURNED ALIVE OTHERS FROM SMOKE INNERLATIION NO AIR PRAYING THEIR FAMILIES HAVE CLOSURE...

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Silly Billy had no fear, he drowned it in a case of beer.
Handy Andie so adept, kept so busy, she never slept.
Dirty Donna did what you wanna, she lived just down the street.
You didn't have...

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I once saw a man one early misty winter morning. He was crossing at the intersection as I was preparing to make a U turn.  Upon seeing him, not in worn out shoes, but...

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I sit here pondering the next move as I watch the hour slowly slips away, and chance standing in the horizon muse steadfast at me. It is that little nudge that you get when you...

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I went to a friend's house just the other day. And
man, I tell you that place I would not rather stay.

The roaches are bad; they take over the place. Let me 
tell you the story...it...

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I had just set my headphones

down when the intercom

buzzed and Ruben O’s 

voice asked urgently:

 

“you ready man?”

 

I’m standing before the

multi-slide mixing board

in a studio dreamily

streaked in amber from

the track lights.

 

“Eagles Lyin’ Eyes...

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*After my last post I thought it would be nice to lighten up a bit with some warm, happy (well, not so happy for Elmer) pest poetry. Who doesn't love bug humor? This one actually...

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Spoken Word Poetry: JAZZ ALIVE

Man alive, and this ain’t no jive, I’m diggin’ on jazz to stay alive/
East Coast rhythms from the 50’s and 60’s, in the heart of the city, where the music breaths/
Up...

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I’ve behaved poorly every winter
I can remember, my awfulness in each
separated only by degrees, 
secrets piled like snowdrifts at the corners 
of rooms I wouldn’t stay in. 

Hiding was easier.
I stuffed myself in the closet...

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It's now a month later. An invitation is sent to me; 
turning it down I reply, "Over my dead body!" 

He tells me the roaches are gone because he called 
the exterminator. I tell him,...

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