Long Saran Poems

I cannot focus on the focal point to equivocal, the pain in my memory, to memorial site. The night smells gunpowder in the middle galaxy to summon the smart, south to Saturn where I rest...

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      In the void of my transitional mind, 
the aimless scatter-shots of snapshot in kind 
finding itheir way.through pokes in the brine.
Saran wrap bindings of biased memories, invent orys, 
and...

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Titanium, 
Strong mental minded, behind it
Looking for the lost and found, but can't find it.
Sharp energy intense, timed it
No one can see the future - I guess we’re all blinded.

Strong like gorilla, softer than blue,...

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Titanium, 
Strong mental-minded, behind it
Looking for the lost and found, where can I find it?
Sharp energy intense, timed it
No one can see the future - I guess we’re all blinded.

Strong like gorilla, softer than blue,...

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My friend has gone shopping for chicken stock.
I miss her so much.
The drapes are drawn
I have to see, cannot be closed in
I miss my outer side so much.

Outside, last winter’s trees are clutching a few...

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(now for thumb sing completely different.
to offset global warming debacle.)

Tis routine sleep simply, aye
refer, and absolutely necessary
   if ye decry
and/or beg to differ 
     with this “NON FAKE” 
...

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Neurosis imposes osteoporosis through Ouroboros like locusts
Focus is broken so just blitz like Germans in Poland
Anxiety lies to me and starts fighting me in 451 degrees
Mind exploding like Boeing 747 Max's with 157 casualties
Survival is...

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Maelstrom, O thou devil 
Slither past last March then unto April
Into the eves and ides of May 

Thou cannot hide, but thou wilt try
To disguise thy age old blackness
Forsake what once were brighter skies
Stranglehold; sane...

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My psychiatrist told me I was crazy.  But he was wearing a skirt.

I bought a roll of Saran Wrap, then realized I didn't have a Saran to wrap.

My dentist told me to see a...

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Society is wrong
college is too long
a subtle bubble that wraps and cuddles
like snookies thong, its junk
thinkin youre grown up
and matured in 4 years
under pressure of peers
that cant release till 2 beers
Youve smeared your smirk
your boys...

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Came down on me
Without warning
Nothing seemed out of place
Or so I thought
All of your words of amor
Turned into slits of a dagger
Shattering my heart
Until it’s all just dust
Couldn’t even blink
Bluntly spoken
All of your alligator tears
An...

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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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Her paintings of sarongs I'm going to see

will be there for two months, 

I  think, at Lake Of The Clouds

Arts. I heard this in the news:  Layers died last week.

Native Brown Bear got...

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BY EZAR

I SAID THAT I APOLOGIZE BUT NOW I TAKE IT BACK
WITH MY EMOTION TIED IN THIS SARAN WRAP 

I FEEL CAUGHT IN A SAND TRAP 
MY MIND BAND ABOUT TO SNAP

USING ME TO PRODUCE...

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REVELATION OF A STALKER

my daughter brought her stalker date
i watched him closely...my eyes penetrate
like a bloodhound, my nose to heels
he feels my presence in the revolving door

he’d call when she wasn’t home
just to hear my...

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An ornamental doe and fawn,
suddenly move. Tails wave, noses nuzzle –
I have mistaken an actuality,
and now am thrown out of my skin.
I’m a millipede of fractal awareness.
I sniff the body-odor of the planet
take inward, then...

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We’re monopolized by the Saran-wrapped food,
the plastic cutlery,
absorbed by the clutter of the food tray.

Numbed by hours of jiggling,
the carting of torpid bodies through interminable distance,
we’re wedged now into boredom, uncomfortably numb.

Anesthetized – we fear...

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It was too heavy, I could not lift it
onto the page.
The poem was bleeding from an ancient wound,
I did what I could to mend and heal.

Some visions are male, some female,
some disclose themselves,
to be utterly...

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We are monopolized
by the Saran-wrapped food,
the plastic cutlery;
absorbed by the clutter
of the crowded food tray.

Numbed by hours of jiggling,
the carting of torpid bodies
through interminable distance,
we’re wedged now into boredom.

Anesthetized – we fear nothing.
If the aircraft...

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