Long Slippage Poems

I'm continuing to read Jane Anna Gordon's "Creolizing Political Theory"
although now with Antonio Damasio's "Self Comes to Mind: Constructing the [WinWin Creolizing-Bilateral] Conscious Brain."

Right now,
Dr. Gordon is discussing various academic attempts,
and some of them actual...

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I remember Buster outside the old post office.
He was selling newspapers but mostly just giving you a smile. 
Ol Felix's tamales 
Were the best ones round for miles.
And I got my first bluejeans at Bob...

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"Nothing my hide from the hidden."

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4.

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like vinegar and baking soda combined
daily hustle bustle and grind — in caustic silence —
erodes...  

precious time eroded in the rush to clear agendas
rushing to the rhythm of the— tick— tockin’ of time... 

engulfed...

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ONE-WAY  TICKET


Whoever wrote the adage  -
Stone walls do not  a prison make nor iron bars a cage  -
Obviously never spent a life-sentence  in solitary  - an age.
With nothing to...

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We have it all
Indeed we do,
    both me and you.
The scandal crawling beneath the sheets,
     outrageous claims shouted in the streets;
the gropes, the lascivious touches, firm untruthful lies
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Beyond the wave-sacked,
lie the pockmarked dunes, heaps dug
by the claws of scaly thrashers.

Here they huddle, my blood kin
flogging grim pleasures,
wolfing eggy sandwiches,
dipping tea-stained teeth into beakers.

By a shoaling shale and monochrome spray
one brine-splattered small fry.
A...

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Beyond the wave-sacked,
lie the pockmarked dunes, heaps dug
by the claws of scaly thrashers.

Here they huddle, my blood kin
flogging grim pleasures,
wolfing eggy sandwiches,
dipping tea-stained teeth into beakers.

By a shoaling shale and monochrome spray
one brine-splattered small fry.
A...

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She had the hourglass potato figure no one looks at twice
Who cares? She says, wrapping an apron with daisies around it.
She did not care either, we knew that.

Beautiful she was in every way, this older...

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Sliding into a crater
of emotion,
Current stronger than 
the Mighty Ocean,
Gravity of Love
Falling, falling...

What a wonderful
slippage is this,
If I lied I would be remiss,

I may not be so young,
Or so handsome anymore,
But my heart is still...

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We turned the mattress over,
the world was leaning to one side,
and heads were rolling.
Bodies tipped over in the night,
whole families were found to be
slanted from the slippage.

They say (meaning nobody we knew),
that the sharp cheddar...

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It is mid-week again,
and the incremental fines
imposed upon the clock
toll as a bell ringing down.

There is slippage in these transactions
that cannot be undone,
while yesterdays glories
are traded for tomorrow's guilt.

The markets tick along
accumulating matter and wealth.
The...

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Squared shoulders sporting a feathered hat,
She sure-stepp’d through the mud without slippage.
Caring not a whit that she stopped both
Horse carriage and his beating heart.  Disdain
Enhanced her beauty, this goddess of
Dowlais, coal-miner’s daughter, as smitten
Young...

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