Long Rubbernecking Poems

Along a quiet river to nowhere were styx lean like broken crosses. The wind is gentle with a sent of quite decay or is that brimstone in these sinister currents, that spin! A black river...

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I've left you feeling paranoid?
Aww, isn't that a real shame,
you don't give me a reason to trust you
with you, I throw the blame.

I can not forgive or forget
things you've put me through,
you've hurled your hate...

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Visual 1

Earth does ballet to stay in shape
dancing before the rubbernecking moon
that chases us around the sun
making waves in oceans like our emotions
            ...

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Maybe it’s me
Always overly acquainted with the all knowing eyes
And the rubbernecking of studying stares
The steady flow of innuendo
Perplexing
The arrows of displeasure aimed in my direction
All for having lowered my anchor
Rejoicing in where I’ve landed
Maybe...

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I know you do it
don't play innocent with me,
if you don't want me around
you should just let me be.

You do it while we're out
wear your sunglasses on a cloudy day,
I'm not as stupid as you...

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‘Old Spice’ and wet grass carry years 
of understanding between us.
What I wear and you gather into you,
become a language neither of us know,
but comprehend in mouse-tracks of deduction.
 
You read grease and engine oil,...

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Simba the cat sitting in the a/c by the glass door looking outside,
Watching, ever watching nature take it’s ride,
Now a distant cat in the green tree shadowed field, on the prowl crossing,
A flock of birds...

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If you are on a highway
And the traffic starts to slow,
There may be several explanations
Why this might be so.

It could be some construction
Or an accident, perchance;
More likely, though, the traffic jam
Is caused by just a...

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The children,
Thick and plush upon the rug,
Sat meaningful
As they listened 
With weathered ears.

Tiny Jennifer is seen
Below a crook in the credenza,
Fingering the supple threads
Of her mothers 
Laced persona.

Good night my sweet prince,
Her smile says
As the...

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Clock!
You sculpt the clay of my life
With your rigid hands,
Shouting your high commands through morning alarms. 
Accusations fly
As you collect your daily payment of attention.

When I find myself savoring life’s sweetness,
You sprint behind my back.
And...

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Old Spice’ and wet grass carry years
of understanding between us.

If I break wind, you run to me,
body rapt and heeding,
every hair translating
a smudged paragraph into
volumes of memory.

Rubbernecking my attention
with a fixed gaze,
you are staring at...

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