Long Slackened Poems

Today August 29th, 2021 sluggishness dogs yours truly

Forecasting to thunderous applause
fast as greased lightning draws
upon futuristic atmospheric gewgaws
hot air emanates out these slackened jaws
spluttering courtesy indentured maws
armed with four footed tall paws
gesticulations resembling horizontal seesaws....

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My coping method fraught with utmost futility thus...

My professional treatment plan
predicated upon duress in extremis
hence Electroconvulsive therapy,
a last ditch effort I avail
and surrender self qua
to shock the monkey (me)
one (twenty first century)
obstinate bipedal hominid turncoat
optioned,...

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Widsith the Far-Traveler, Part III
ancient Anglo-Saxon poem
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

I was also with Eormanric for many years,
as long as the Goth-King availed me well;
he gave me six hundred shillings of pure gold
beaten into...

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(Tidbit of trivia: associated with 
businessman from Troy, New York, 
Samuel Wilson, known affectionately 
as “Uncle Sam” Wilson. The barrels 
of beef that he supplied the army 
during  War of 1812 were stamped 
“U.S.”...

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It was a new year's party
Footfalls of the cups and glasses
Dances of the eyes and tongue
The time swung with the music
She wore a light pink lipstick
A lithe body of twenty 
A handndsome cascade in the...

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The Expert in Death

She reluctantly closed the book,
locking the painting back inside her mind,
then a sudden frisson of emotion,
another surreal-reveal moment,
and her smile was flint; lips unmoving
as slices of memory were being served…cold.
 
The relationship...

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HAIL THE KING OF NAPOLI (1)
 
The Chronicles of the old king, Diego.
An epitaph of his statue reads: "When I go,
I go away from you then this badge
loses honour and beats dead with no urge"
Like...

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Galleries of life, ignorant and tough,
Sometimes as sandarac’s incense, usually morose.
I erase bluntness that grew a cravat around my heart,
Abominable inheritance riveted into the soul of farce,
But there is nothing more valued in life than...

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My life, what a waste, 
It didn’t start until it was too late, 
Not much of a childhood, not much of a fate.
Never notice, never seen, 
All them years, stuck on automatic, a machine.
The anger,...

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What they saw, that seminal liberation day,
Defied, at first, all comprehension;
The winding dirt road uncoiled to a clearing,
Snaked to primal ordinariness, a camp, militia deserted.
Static gates, fences of rust stained barbed wire,
Ramshackle huts in the...

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White as a sheet ghostly color,
sans countenance of mine
impossible to differentiate between
Lenovo external screen background
myopia no deterrent as jaw slackened
upon Citizens Bank notification

current spate of ill health
(relentless stomach virus)
triggered emotional state
Kamikaze nose dived
into forbidding deathwish
gastrointestinal...

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Through The Valley Page 187

From reality, now only a memory 

Pfc. Tony May crawled over to Zbozien to give him some protection when the first smoke rounds struck between the line of hootches and NVA...

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for far too long now

he had bottled up his emotions

stuck reason to his wavelength

and built an intricate structure 

in the glass bottle of his mind


a real showpiece emerged

crafted by a master sail maker

a museum piece...

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Cold Morpheus snowflakes descended all night
You blinked them away with amphetamine tears,
A veil so defiantly, sugary white
When the whole sleeping world disappears;
For who will remember your un-ravaged face
When you stood like a child at the...

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...dead mice thus far do gnaw, splintered mirrors
neck and rubber yet with scant regret.
Ropes both for hanging and climbing, good grief,
bad love, honey-do-dew in a salty brew.

In my closet, pockets unpacking pockets, 
string bags under...

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A huge Congratulations 
to everyone who passed
matriculation this year 
but please don't congratulate 
to me because I have no one 
to happy hearing your sweet voices.

In the past years I was waiting 
to hear some...

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Talk of the troubler
and the troubled.
The dainty daubers
and dark doubles
at the end of each street. 

Talk of a civil thief
and his broken tongue,
neat shirt, tainted teeth
and lusty lung
that trips your merry into grieve. 

Talk of...

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The carriages sway and how they shudder                  
Rattling behind the one-eyed monster      ...

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She was a plague epidemic in his heart,
Trampled him in the dirt, tore him apart.
Took the man, wore him clean away,
The more poison she spat, he wanted her to stay.

She left him like the dust...

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She would undream her burdens, her life's 
Map of drudgery; all those years
She is hardened enough to hold tears;

Her hand never slackened by the
Fusty, hard stone of labour and love-hunger;
From the shelter of her face...

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FROMTHIS2THAT


Biscuits and gravy
Salads and snot
Chicken fried salamanders
The clams and mussels 
The oysters	the army 		marines and the navy
No such relief will be brought
Delusions of Grandeur
The dankness in disparity 	the putridity
The slackened standards
Oh the wasted cognation 
The...

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They ask, "What's the sweetest thing that's happened to you"?
I would have to reply, "It started when I was two".
That is when I, Mother, sister and brother,
went to live with our Grandpa and Grandmother.

They both...

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From the rugged screeching of the heart,
Slackened in behavior and chronic pain
Is it time to ennoble that worldwide part? 

This is the ideology from which they start
Men ought to rekindle patriotism again
From the rugged screeching...

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A knock, knock from the shadow box
rattles raw-boned words that collapse and flail
in another scribbled knot that snags in
straining throat and slackened mouth.

I have lost my train crash of thought in that
desolate transmission so many...

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I could hear the footsteps  
hiding deep within the bush
We'd stop the children's breathing
to keep  whites from finding us….
we all were mighty fearless warriors
painted shields and blessed by  fire
but the metal spears...

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