Long Sedan Poems

CRISIS SESSION FBI HUMAN RESOURCE DIVISION NON-REDACTED
FBI: HELLO WHAT IS YOUR EMERGENCY

AGENT BROWN: HELLO THIS IS AGANT BROWN AND THAT DARK PLACE IS RETURNING AGAIN I AM IN CRISIS AGAIN 

FBI: OKAY WE ARE HERE...

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SADLY THIS TERROR BEGAN WITH A JAMAICAN GUNMAN ARRIVING TO END MY LIFE WITH MY STALKER JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY TONI HENRY TOWANDA HENRY FINALLY SHAKEELA HENRY ATTEMPTING TO IMPERSONATE ME AND EXTORT MY AMERICAN...

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Geese, Goslings and the Bridge

Sometimes, when you least expect it, Mother Nature makes a u-turn and draws you into the ridiculous.  Such was the time recently as I was returning from a friend’s home...

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I remember the beach sand and swing
when you and mother were still something
I remember the ducks in the lake
you held my hand watching their wake
I remember the sheep dogs when the day was through
and the...

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She entered the parking lot of my townhome
devastated I was after several home invasion 
my stalker an accomplice after the fact of arson 
murderer of eight Ciro Gargano the sheer reason 
the FBI approached me...

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The Sandless Sand Castle

Let me tell you about my eldest brother.

I am: the "Scram!", the "Beat it!", the "What you looking at?!", and the "Turn around and watch the movie!", younger brother. As you can...

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Interview with The Most Beautiful Suicide -Evelyn Francis McHale - May 1, 1947

So Evelyn, yours is one of the most famous of suicides, since you chose to jump from the Empire State Building in 1947,...

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I was in the shotgun seat
in 1960 Lansing Michigan
headed straight as a harddrive
through ghettoizing "Negra Section"
hunting down our commercial whitebread 
heavenly ThriftyAcres

Wanna be a WalMart ImPlantation
but not Southern enough,
somehow,
to withstand straight-male competition
in fluent White Privileged...

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YOU CLAIM TO BE ACE ROTHSTEIN A BOSS
COMMITING HIEST ON DISABLED ELDERLY 
PERSONS BREAKING INTO MOBLE HOME 
GOLF CARTS AND MEDICATION BOXES 
RETRIEVING ANTIDEPRESSANTS HIGH 
BLOOD PRESSURE MEDICINES HEART 

MEDICINES AND VIAGRA PUSHING THESE 
MEDICATIONS...

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I didn't know him as a serial not exactly 
at least not at first even though I'd overheard 
the plotting of arson from a dim lit restroom
searching for tissue only to find several guns 
rifles...

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I'm behind a dull white Chevy sedan
developing a lived-in look
while waiting for a greener light

With more than sufficient time
to read two rather ragged bumper stickers
in radical red,
relentless white,
and smoky blue.

The left side message
right in front...

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Dos Cabezas Getaway     

Coming of age film about Boy Baby Wally found wrapped in a 1943 issue of "Farm Implement" magazine abandoned screaming in a Last Chance gas station toilet on...

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It is a Wednesday afternoon during the school year.
That means sixth-grader Sallee Jacobs will be walking home today.
Sallee's mother works in the emergency room on Wednesdays,
Otherwise she picks Sallee up at the school that is...

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Years P.M. (Pre-MacDonald's).
Woolworths.  Huge chain.  (Chains break with age.)
Elevated trains.  All over New York.
Five and Dimes.  That was what you paid.
Ceaserian birth.  In Rome?
10 cent comic books.
10 cent ice cream...

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New sedan tracked into the wet puddle on the sharp bend
Grasping for breath the engine choked to die splattering
Wheels crunched jerking to stop by the grassy pavement 
Hitting the ignition time and again to revive...

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New York Stanza
The night is dark and wet, street lights
Have no purchase on the empty street beneath;
Only the soft glow from the tenement windows 
Gives form and perspective to my view.
From a half open window...

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The old Ford truck was dustin’ the gravel roads that day
I was listening to some pounding seventies hits
My second bottle was about empty by my thirst

Nothing much else to do on a hot dry southern...

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Retrieved Passage 3:
From The Book of Days, Sonnet 2


For Lo! I must relate this tome to you
who gather here to listen and believe
to tell the story I believe is true
before my sanity (BARK!) takes its...

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Mere Minutes Into May Sixth, 2019

Heron entombed within b44 man cave
at Highland Manor Apartments sitting
in catbird seat after shower and shave
attuned to silence permeating airwave
wondering what comprises silence music

to these keenly attuned ears as agave
tastes...

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Saw the advertisement of a sleazy Volkswagen
Surfed the net as the seed was sown
For anything based on german technology
I knew nothing about car mechanisms
Except the comfort of conveniences
Yet updated my limited knowledge 
With its mileage,...

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His small red car, a dent on the left rear side,
   is parked in our driveway, all loaded,  a full tank of gas.
His duffel is crammed with rock-band t-shirts, faded torn jeans,
...

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My life is playing out on the movie screen 
And I'm watching from the front row
Trying not to scream 
Holding back tears 
and trying not to hydraulic press my grinding teeth 
into my plato gums...

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Anti-Poem – “At The Hollywood Plaza With Eddie And Dolores”

(Poet’s Instruction – Kindly play “You Can’t Be True, Dear,” by Ken Griffin, 1946, while reading).

she be smelling mighty good my dolores
she be my mexican chick...

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I suppose since time immemorial - Dads have provided tutorial,
Doing their best to strive - To teach their kids how to drive.
Though Dads were never all that keen - Kids pestered him once a teen,
To...

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Safe, at long last,
behind closed, locked doors and windows,
behind heavy, hanging, purple drapery:
plush, pellucid, subterranean refuge.

Far from the proverbial maddening crowd,
out of sight: a dimly lit room, bathed in
soft, golden reflections.  In the centre...

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