Long Scritch Poems

tight thoughts toil,
as threads in head uncoil
ideas plaited, intent's tug
escort through dilate pupils.
umbrella lashes shady look
was all it took-
inception outspooked
at artful spirit's raid, 
inkling's snapline birth
twine in tensile mind, 
sprinkling notion's seeds.
Small things become divine.

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when you place a silver dollar in your mouth you scratch it with your teeth to see if 
it is...

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 Eye the fabulist fabelist maker of dreams for ewe still remember the poem eye 
wrote where eye mentioned the fact that eye think they are liners...

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My best friend was on the phone,
laughing like a great aunt who had lost her mind
“Joe thought it was dead, but then he saw it making reservations with the dog,” I informed her. “We have...

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STAMPEDES 'round the screen,
         STAMPEDES 'round the kids,                   ...

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FLOODED CLOSET

flooded closet,
got your attention?
washer; and dryer
sent to the dungeon, well
the garage. not our fault.
phone call received in ninety-three,
wouldn’t insure us —
the flood, you know…
have you guessed?
previous occupants.
of course a bit of common sense
supported us.

closet...

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Tear by tear, year to year
Day by day
Memories they all fade away
Tear by tear
Voices in my ears 
Words may lay
Promises are all there’s left to say
I may wade through volcanic vaults 
My peers never picture...

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Knock, knock, scritch, scratch
Who’re banging at the old door?
The other whispers hushly
Give in to the turning knob
The good one is no help

Nameless twins barge in
An angel and demon greet
One my bruised conscience
The other a swelling...

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The Fruit of Disappointment


      In my garden there is a tree that I planted when it was new,
      It was just a tiny sapling then...

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The lily pad wanted to see some snow
She needed to travel, but where to go?
The mouth of the river had things to say
Beyond the green bridge, that is the way….

She was open to suggestions, of...

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The Homeless Poet 
The Homeless Poet 

scritch scratch erase ex ex ex delete 

a megabyte of flowering words of expertise 

great intolerable words of dissarray 

dissing me in moments of clarity searching 

for an more...

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Scritch scratch on the record pad
the mad scientist in his lab
expose explosive chemicals collab
evil genius is back in full throttle
full bottle drunk enough to waddle
Are you ready? 3 2 1 Break it down
simplify this is...

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Thus in poetic reprimand
we slap each other – back of hand
while saying bully’s have no sand
proclaim ourselves to be so grand

that every scritch and scratch of ink
taints and colors what we think
a searching trail of...

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