Long Skintight Poems

i want to know if you wake up on Saturdays to watch cartoons with more than two in the bed
running to the kitchen on commercial to refill bowls of cereal and cups of kool-aid
not even...

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Puberty set off affright
seeding decades long
     terrestrial space flight
freighted existential blight,
wherefore from that
attempt to live airtight
many scores yesternight
ago, I barely (except

     on par with grateful
  ...

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There’s a party tonight so I bouffe up my hair
Pamper and powder my sweet derrière,
Arrive at the door, all done up to impress.....
Oh man, I forgot! Invite said “fancy dress”!

Pete and Sue are here, seems...

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Vexation seeps through sighs 
As the pen finds comfort 
Sharing the same story

Nonsensical pretty boys 
With smoke cloud habits 
And bloodshot ponderings

Vaunting on their 
Newsworthy delinquency 
With incessant metal bar consequences 

Promulgating in the same...

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Mildew mops are prevalent only in oily sandstorms. Ah, said the furry scorpion the witche's brew has collapsed causing wisdom from the inner triangular arc. When racing with ducks pay no heed to flapping as...

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A turning point with
advantage of 20/20 hindsight
identifies severe dislocation
birthing emotional plight
intervening years since psyche wrenched
by rather innocuous event at first sight

exaggerated haunting shadows
sparred illuminated by dim backlight,
now conviction hammered home startdate
coffin unwittingly nailed airtight
death of...

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They left you impassioned impossibilities,
They say.
Forged runner out of a glass fire,
How fast does glass run?
How far does glass run?
Penniless fiend with a knack for whatever
The hell, whatever the hell it is you're
Talking about, one...

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just a little more time is all where asking for
just a little uncertainty can bring you down
falling emblems that drape the nomadic tapestry
in conclaves of dwarfed resolution of pillars of thought
where do we begin when...

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Inspired by Victor Buhagiar’s romantic writes.

GLASS SLIPPERS

He sees their shine -
on his knees, he’d kiss
her glass slippers.

The ballroom floor -
first date jitters,
diamond waxed.

The newness of their faces,
skintight with anticipation -
illumination of the mirrors.

The crystal chandelier,
like...

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When I was born I forgot the plasma cradle,
forgot the in-keepers daughter
who had suckled lips with pints of brewed chyme,
forgot the liquid yoke of the now unknown.

When I was born
the light was in other people’s...

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The cuttlefish are laughing today. Comedy came creating calm conical creations. A large cake came wading over the nine mile swamp. Why are you sat in a hexagonal formation? Dominance is derived from daring deeds....

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Susie teetered into Bill’s office, wearing a skintight miniskirt
Sat on Bill’s knee for dictation. She was an outrageous flirt
Soon Bill was smitten and couldn’t resist her ample charms
He forgot about his wife and kids and...

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Orange like the sunrise we watched in Barcelona
That one hot summer mornin’
Red like the pretty roses you gave me
On our one year anniversary
White like my skintight wedding dress
You said it was oh so classic

So color...

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There it sits…
in the dark corner a hollow thing bony arms skeletal

Is it grinning 
There sitting closer in shadow even in Light.
Black Eyes staring. 

Things understand….
Unmoved.
EYES glow like cats in car lights

I wonder…
What are you!
A...

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A slice of is figment is not stone carved melon nor mould of moon cake nor is it moaning marbles moving momentously. It is fascinating to note that steam rolling over headlines using big heavy...

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{He}

Moisture wells from in to out

The sky drapes its dress

Quiescently, you tilt your head and pout

Your shoulder kisses a tiny tress


Vapor is breathed on the glass

A tantalizing blaze flaring from behind

Fumbling your hair into a...

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in today's very modern hi-tech world
good morals don't matter anymore
you see why the world's such a mess
morality treated as rubbish left on floor

throughout my life I've tried to
be honest always with everyone
when you do you...

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Why do your softly placed lips on my cheek,
pet and tickle so many years later?

If we had made love on the ground 
at that very moment,
I might not even feel it now,

but your lightly brushing...

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Posts on my Facebook Page
Done when I feel undone
In the middle of a nuptial night rage
In no way invite predators into my zone.

Selfies sent in moments of excitement
Admired in my mirror
Invite no corny comment
From minds...

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