Long Spastic Poems

January 13th 2024 - Happy Lxv-th birthday Matthew Scott Harris

date of conception:?  ~ Late March – mid April 1958.
date of parturition: January xiii, mcmlix.
date of expiration:? January i, eminem, 
where earth, wind, and fire...

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Happy Lxiv birthday Matthew Scott Harris

date of conception:?  ~ Late March – mid April 1958.
date of parturition: January xiii, mcmlix.
date of expiration:? January i, eminem.

A gangly, measly, and scraggly bundle
of lovely bones even as...

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I wonder far but wander near and wish to know if there is treasure here. Would it be buried underneath the sand or way off in a different land? Perhaps it is simply already in...

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for The Beloved, a night at Nedjima Bar (Ankara, Turkey)

… hypnosis shattered by atomic jiggling, salivation of song on your brow,
channeled chaos of body, spastic sound, tantrum of dark delight, unbuttoned vibrations   ...

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I behold the rose in bloom, and I cry,
I weep and I wail, then I sigh.
As the night draws in, my painful thoughts begin to wake, 
I retreat into my mind and with fear I...

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I would not speak these evil dilemmas,
devilish details,
dissonant fissures
disrupting smooth told sails
toward western red sunset horizons.
 
Who remains to listen
to remaining problems of evil?
to why and wherefore
of constitutions measured and cut through slavery
metered and sliced...

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Ever had a boss fall in love with you completely of their own accord 
a lingering dream or fantasy their life cannot afford 
alive through their entitlement believing love’s assured 
for them to then discover...

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I have no intuition, I hope you don’t either.
I mark down the strength of these rings

On my weak fingers
to make me stronger.

The glowing blue gem 
Makes me powerful again

And again, I want to die. 
It’s...

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Yours truly snapped, popped,
and cracked his crown out cervix
(I'll spare ye the bloody graphics),
whence obstetrician able, eager, and
ready underscored with italics

to pass (think football) garden variety
wrinkled newborn asthma
noggin heralded lix
plus deux orbits ago
sported an ordinary

uneventful,...

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“Would you like another drink sir?”
“Sir?”
 
Vision blurred vision blurred
Tonight more than my drinks have been stirred
Blurred vision blurred vision
As the bottle empties the poison’s made its incision…
 
 
But awe man it’s not over
Willing...

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The other two poems from my new blog...

(2.)

My, My How Illusions Have Ever Brighter Grown

 

Fading memories, sweet years further away flown

Of the here and now- seedings of future unknown

My, my how illusions have ever...

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Franny & Angie

          went out walking
                   after midnight

In...

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Back when he was seven, our son won a contest
   In his class, his turkey recipe adjudged the best
He was so happy, floating so high on cloud nine
   but first prize...

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I looked it up on Google,
Read the turgid prose,
Did the questionnaire
Was very quickly diagnosed.
So many things now
Suddenly fell into place
After a lifetime's experience
Of constantly losing face.
No longer the clumsy oaf,
No longer the thickie spastic,
No longer...

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standing clothed at the edge of the mall parking lot
with a lush green park set next to him---
slowly beginning to undress, right down to the complete nakedness
au naturel, exposed, in the birthday suit,
with the genitalia...

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Back in late pre-millennial times
of lava lamps
and Rolling Stones,
many searched for peak experiences,
in response to valley depressences
repressed
suppressed,
rather than panoramic,
even revolutionary,
resonant and resilient impressions.

Peak experiences were,
and still are,
I am told by those who've had them,
personal,
individualistic,
or possibly...

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"That I may come unto you with joy by the will of God, and may with you be refreshed." Romans 15:32 of the King James Bible
 
My journey with our special child is sublime halcyon...

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I am going to grow old 
suddenly.
it will happen one day 
while eating peanut butter 
worrying about a lie I told 
thirty-seven years ago 
wondering whatever happened 
to that one special girl 
absently watching but...

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I’m still at it.
illmatic.
religious with a pen
Like a nun with a bad habit.
Read between the lines,
I mainline ink 
I’m an addict.
I’m not your regular average 
I’m a caveman, 
a savage.
Smashing with a passion
Til the paper...

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Zooming with faith wings
toward his scheduled biblical adventures
surpassing so-called super heroes’ feats...
my special child today leaves his wheel chair
as he takes his flight 
for heavenly quests
with prophet Elijah’s chariot of fire!

His eyes behold great miracle...

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Look how far we've come! What would have taken months of perilous voyage now just takes hours of mundane leisure. At your fingertips lies countless options of entertainment: music, movies, games.

But looking out the window...

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legs bouncing more than normal
mind streched in a million diffrent ways

Chest begins to tighten
my head starts to lighten
Energy build up
overflowing like a cup

hands shake
mind break.

panic rising
energizing.

Can't sit still.
shaking gets stronger

I 
 cant
   ...

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Yours truly an aging baby boomer
long haired pencil necked geek
trademark disheveled characteristics
whipsawed ever faster around sun.

He (best buddy and alter ego of mine) 
snapped, popped, and crackled 
firstly his crown out cervix
subsequently skinny arms and...

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My name is Cleavont 'Lil Jr., Son of Cleavont 'Lil.  I am the son of whitefolk, but through treacherous sodomist acts I am a raceless faceless portrait of purely wild delinquency. White power. ...

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To the tune of.. “These are a Few of my Favorite Things“.

Bass boomers spreading their mis’ry in traffic
Craving attention and driving me spastic,
Not caring an oodle for anyone else,
This arse will drive one to poor...

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