Long Smokestack Poems

Sunny, hot, humid, summer morning, taking my first train ride
 I'm so excited and it's thrilling can't wait to go north where it's cool 
to stay with my grandpa and grandma.
Ma and pa say I'm...

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Beneath the city the river fishing is good.

I roam with tackle and pole below those wiggling tapeworms
Wound around the cement underbelly of bridges
Devouring the guts of the city’s glamour
Down here where shadows are long as...

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The restless night had ended
abruptly. Caught between dreams and
consciousness, the town was arching towards
the sprinkled light of dawn. A perpetual regularity 
reigned over the dusty path that led wayfarers and commuters    ...

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Not in tea leaves, in shoelaces tie existence--their harsh and meshing material
bound, tethered, undone with a gentle pull. 
 
The bunny ears
and clumsy fingers bouncing along the faux-marble
hallways: the future politicians and CEO's and poets
wiping...

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Memories Of The Sydney Tram

This fabulous road transport vehicle had it's humble beginnings
in the 1880s, were horses pulled the double-decker trams along
the various streets of Sydney, they moved pretty slow and the
people wanted to move...

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Last Train Runnin’

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Lincoln Special  
Abraham Lincoln’s Funeral Train


Ma, pa, and I dressed in our Sunday outfit, excited for the “Lincoln Special” to come up the track as we stand at the train depot.  

After departing...

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Energy’s Suffocating Gallop
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28 Cracks In The Ceiling


I take my red-inked dagger in hand
And succinctly spew its secrets for all to see.
28 cracks in the ceiling, and I lost count.
There’s a storm moving out of the west.
I can...

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Wooòt woooo
Wooot  woooo

Hear my train comin'  watch the
Hope spew from that smokestack 
Oh watch that locomotion  comin'
Round the curve 

Wooot  woooo she got nerve
See that smokestack  shinnin'
Brightly  like a...

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Riverboat on the Mississippi
Folks dining on scrimp, grits, and cornbread
Drinking booze and gambling like crazy
Going to Bourbon Street just ahead

Down in that Cajun Queen, New Orleans

The big paddle wheel keeps on rolling
Down to the Cajun...

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Feelings of despair dredged from the murky dephths of my past
Hoisted through my corroded conscience's porthole
Reconnoitering barge of restitution pushes despondent thoughts through my inner being
Then tows the shame and guilt of my depraved condition...

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Like Root Beer Diamonds

smokestack lightning on the pomona freeway
plays their twangy sound brimming with desire
tan mexican cheerleader rides in a ’46 chevy
passing neon hamburger stands in walnut city
passing the silver taco trucks parked on main
they...

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When We Took a Trip
Horn Haiku

when we took a trip
we were given a great tip
should go on a ship

she gave me some slack
instead we stayed in a shack
with black smokestack in back

when we went to...

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World War 3


When war again breaks out in Europe
and the culture that was, is a smokestack 
that drifts in foul air
Not that art matters, if any survives, they
will be busy finding food and shelter
the winter will...

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Hey! THE SNOW THE SNOW...
When all the family is in tow
and can we go out and frolic? No! 
For cold it be and sick we might
so we stay inside, scared with fright.
BUT THEN - an...

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A groovy many galactic bodies circle the sun. 
Yet wandering almost, different stars spun. 
Wander aimlessly, sobbing in sorrow.
Memories weep tears as we gently harrow.

Men are obsessed with their dignity.
Dread losing it as they acquire...

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They unload life’s lead
into unseen enemies
machine gun memories
flying rapid fire
recollections and musings
spent shells amassing
mental turbines spinning
smoking the room.

And they yawn and doodle
ink stains for amusement
their purpose loosened
without caffeine courage
meetings adjourned
aimless wandering down
immaculate hallways
wounded reflections
in thoughtless...

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Not too much to say I’ll keep it concise,
just stuff that energy inside my hat; 
There is trouble in witch’s paradise;
But as they say I’ve got a spell for that;

I may seem to be a...

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Standing on the top of the cliffs, overlooking : Melancholy Sound 
         The ominous black whistle of a Fairy tale; Princess Cruise Ship
In the light of blind...

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