Long Spillway Poems

his last gasp was quite lengthy
trying to go out with a bang as usual
a rationalist manifesto covering his face
accompanied by a cotton field work song
his grip went slack under the torrent of images
fortunes have been...

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Every form of life has it's walls, nothing, no one stands alone
 some are trees, brush, branch, twig and wood and bark
 some are mortar and stone, mere workers flesh and bone
 others lay in...

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'Camp Chippewa, ' its tennis and rifle range, X-Class sailing, 
And classic 'Old Town' canvas covered wooden canoes, 
Not the low-class aluminum canoes of a 'Camp Thunderbird.'
Cass Lake - garden of the Mississippi's hidden currents,...

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in this dark nocturnal quadrant there would be sleep.
but you insist insomnia, thinking random things.
what other fun would you find in yourself?
I mean, something that would avoid the rest, people, objects, processes, abscesses...
but the fact...

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Securely bound within these the shackles of darkness!?

Submerged aneath their versions mirky waters 

Swirling inside merely moments, left afore drowning....

Consciousness slipping away as thoughts of life

Drift through his mind this, colophons final touch

Highlighting every link...

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A needle in a haystack I am
Lost, beyond the boundary of my being.
It is a tiny universe you say
Finite from infinite end to infinite end
And still no bigger than the one
Whose voice wrote the words...

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From a gem-encrusted window’s moonlit sash,
I peer vacantly on monetesque impressions as they wander every ink shade hue  pathway.
Bag lady street hail loner, water colour lachrymose plight across the spillway nights-cape,
Cul-de-sac of shadow flitting...

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Faith is a powerful thing




Faith in Him was about to fade,
Absolute darkness and weary jade,
In my head and heart though lived a spark,
The dying hope flew as high as skylark,
His enormous blessings flooded at gate,

Iridescent...

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I STAND I STEPPED IN AN AQUATIC SPILLWAY OF A DREAM LAKE

Dream lake head waters
Thing of lacquer
Engaging lacquering
Full of shallows
Silent lac

I stand I stepped in an aquatic spillway of a dream lake

Out by the thought...

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 L  ovely metallic lady lost in Aisle Eight,
 O  n a rubbled spillway frightened and alone.
 V  ehicular damage on fore and aft flanks;
 E  legant figure now ravaged by...

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4/28/16


Above the basement
And pavement
Yet adjacent
To anything covalent

Right or wrong
Close or beyond
Weak or strong
And either short or long
As well as upset or calm
Broken or a structured bond

This world strange
Many things tilt and change
Among the hills and...

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