Long Slicked Poems

Their human ma and pa were spark out in reclining chairs
But Rum and Raisin watched the TV with enraptured stares
The western had just ended with the credits rolling past
And Raisin said, “That gunslinger was super...

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Out with his boys drinking, feeling rowdy
Special occasion
Rolling the way they do
His lover is not with them
She stayed in for the night
He misses her company
But enjoys his time with the guys
He'll swing by later

A local...

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I still feel under the weather today April 2nd, 2023

Unseen enemy invades my body 
with platoon of green berets air
rating, and enfilading immune system viz 
Hib bully knock and sock kin me 
courtesy roebuck seers...

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I loathe feeling under the weather...,

especially when nasty elephant 
(named Thomas the pachyderm)
stomping to break loose courtesy tether,
where antibodies of mine 
struggle to band together
loosely analogous to voters
standing in a queue
waiting to cast their vote
(while...

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Skinned shins on tree skins,
Space-viewed landscapes of rust and paint 
Showing mirrored continents imagined; 
Worlds within worlds at every turn, 
Outlines of Octopi on Oil slicked streets;
Every post and pole or stone a step:
Sat on,...

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[Inspired by Jenna Logan’s epic ‘No Politickin in Soup Creek’]

FLUSH = First League of Unlikely Super Heroes
                  ...

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Climate Change Haiku
by Michael R. Burch

late November:
climate skeptics scoff
but the geese no longer migrate.



The King of Beasts in the Museum of the Extinct
by Michael R. Burch

The king of beasts, my child,
was terrible, and wild.
His roaring...

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When Pigs Fly
by Michael R. Burch

On the Trail of Tears,
my Cherokee brothers,
why hang your heads?
Why shame your mothers?
Laugh wildly instead!
We will soon be dead.

When we lie in our graves,
let the white-eyes take
the woodlands we loved
for...

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A Fugitive
Bus Stop Overland Park, Kansas   7:35 PM

A furrowed brow and furtive eyes
that refuse to engage another,
striding quickly through the crowd
and putting people between him
and the police car.
He is hardly the drifter or...

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A hank of damp hair hangs limply on her forehead.  With the back of a work reddened hand she brushes it from her face.  From the galvanized tub before her, she withdraws a...

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Seraphic faces, shapes slicked in rubber,
With Iron Lungs strapped to their back,
Terra Firma’s tether, now growing slack,
Frog footed adventurers adrift in space,
As they slip from this world’s iron bonds, 
Down the sapphire glide, of the...

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Tracing Outlines on my cup of tea
I stare at him out of the corner of my cavernous coffee eyes
Sitting there reading Che, Zapata, Chavez, Castro 
Blinking, breathing, seething
       ...

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"The music in my heart is from the tolling of the bell"



I drove in silence, watching the road closely as it coiled along the rocky coastline, occasionally flipping on the wipers to remove the sea...

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It was two minutes until doomsday
and she struggled to finish her text.
it was an awkward time to break it off
but she couldn’t plunge into eternity
with her lover, still attached to her wrist.

And he waited patiently...

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And so they sat, this learned three
in full pursuit of liberty,
the turkey, eagle and the dove
looked down upon them from above.

The declaration almost writ
they rubbed their chins a little bit;
looked heavenward, and there espied 
their...

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I'm squirming in a chair of oak,
with narrow arms.  My buttocks numb,
and all the while the clock ticks on.

While folks are grim, with furrowed brows,
'We're all lined up in two long rows
of growing thirst,...

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A GEORGIA EXTRAVAGANZA

In the lovely Peach State of Georgia
There lived a man of meager means
He had a worn out flannel shirt
And a nearly worn  out pair of faded old blue jeans

He tended a huge...

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They did not lie to her,
that sickly sweet girl.
The adults were right all along.
If she looks beneath the squeaking springs,
she will find me here.
In the dark,
crouched low with anticipation
and ready for the kill,
I wait for...

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Adam, his moves are like no other,
thank you for taking the knife out of my back
a dagger I ignored,
until the odor of hate kept pushing the blade deeper than before
Adam, Dear, don't think less of...

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It took place in grandma house. I was sitting in the white chair in the living 
room no tv was on and it seem like mid day but the curtains where closed and 
the room...

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Barefoot on the paving slab chill, concrete
feet feel frostbite emanations in their callused souls;
rooftop mystique clamours silent slate triangles,
perched the stray cat observers, red-eyes smoking coals.
Down to the river's edge where swaying reeds
feed mongrel contemplations...

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Written from the perspective of a younger and
even nerdier version of me. A kid who confused courting
with chasing Romulan. But a kid with heart.  

She don’t deny she’s so fly;
So hard to see; Gone...

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What can you do, when tears wont fall any more? You have all of the symptoms of devastation and pain but cant seem to make them visible
  Inside walls start collapsing, colliding, falling on...

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What Gets My Goat - By Noah Kidding

Though I shy away from drink,
an unexpected case
of DT's finds this ace
of spades (also known as the spadille)
bleating heart liberal,

airing how disgrace
full the Tommyknocker of zee prez
doth aspire...

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SNOW LEOPARD I

Two months ago
at the municipal zoo, Zena
the snow leopard gave birth
to Asa, a spotted ball of fur
with big floppy paws
Eventually he will grow to
two hundred pounds of muscle
and teeth, cunning and claws and
a...

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