Long Spotlights Poems

I believed that I was rural … that I lived in country style,
where the city was close handy … that big distance was a mile.
Trains and buses ferried daily; a freeway ran close by …
comforts...

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Feminist ecotherapists,
deeply immersed in polycultural ecology,
a systematic teleology of cooperative nutrition economics,
remain rarely flushed out from their safe spots.

A self-isolating,
often eremitic,
subspecies,
with shamanic nature-as-spirit tendencies,
our most articulate mentors often wander off
to pray for,
breathe and suffer and...

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Pt. I

The Lodger

Morning sneaked inside the flat and lit the dusty air
through holes in the torn curtains forming spotlights on the floor.
He woke from the discomfort of a night in his armchair
and stared at all...

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Boob jobs and bomb jobs

Sisters in arms those tits and those weapons of massive 
destruction sex and death go together in dynamics
thermodynamics psychodynamics fused on the playground 
of this life of this poem on which...

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Could we see and hear and feel and think better
more ubiquitously and cooperatively
and inclusively
if DreamTime speaks in naturally eco-logical language
of motion as emotions
co-empathically accessible
to all RNA/DNA informated
integratively regenerative
co-arising ecosystemic Ego-programs?

In our dreams
we all speak the...

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I’m dancing without a care in the dark of night
I need a shoulder to lie on and I need support as I fight the good fight
Your goodbyes were reduced to lies
Your farewells were wicked lullabies
I...

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I can't sleep.
Or, I can
and did
for three hours
but I continue waking
into a Stephen King nightmare
too real to ignore
because I feel isolated
in this quagmire
of hopeless history.

In this my collective nightmare,
President Trump goes to Saudi Arabia
like Mr....

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I cried: Dragon I beseech Thee… Not to tempt me with your crazy ways!
Yet here I am, always… again… caught in your vortex every, single day.
Now he wants a statue, made in his own image...

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Unlikely Mike
by Michael R. Burch

I married someone else’s fantasy;
she admired me despite my mutilations.

I loved her for her heart’s sake, and for mine.
I hid my face and changed its connotations.

And in the dark I danced—slight,...

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Said THC to Alcohol,
A political difference I find between us,
I am more RightBrain cooperative exhibitionist
and you more LeftBrain inhibitor.

Which implies, Alcohol sneers,
you more holier holonic
than LeftBrain EgoThou?

Only to EitherOrthodox 
or kill it 
Thou,
smiles THC,
To me...

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Collaboration: James Swartz, LadyLabyrinth





"Scorpion"




Lack of water leads to lack of life
exposed beneath the Sun like blood
from the tip of a Scorpion’s tail

Corporal attitudes aligned in spaces
battle demented servitude in spotlights
stroking the sights of a symbolic...

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This is an unbelievable true story of a time when I was in my younger years. I drove out to California with a buddy of mine to spend some time with my brother. To make...

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Econo Lodge sign
       High
        On
        Its
      Pylon

Best we can do
For...

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At the cradle of my nightmares,
My future is a horror film,
I track my ghosts,
Like a junkie in withdrawal.
I am a true clandestine calamity,
A mass grave of silent suffering,
A candelabra of pain soothed by dirty money,
I...

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I fell, 
I wouldnt tell.
Clouded by old fear,
No words of comfort I could hear.

Karma returned,
then the tables were turned.
I felt what they did,
and I see how far I've slid.

Remembering my strength,
I was willing to go...

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We heard from the Cape, that orders have been given
For we must retaliate, our enemies to be driven

To be circling the earth on this fateful day
No contact with our loved ones, as the atoms below...

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We approach the house, to trick-or-treat, but wonder if we dare
The porch is dark, no light or spark, to help us find the way
We peek inside, ........does the old man hide?  We see no...

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Spotlighted like a Kangaroo

Spotlighted like the Kangaroo’s
And the bloody Dingoes too,
White light spotlights overhead,
Reaching down for me I dread,
What will the bastards do,

Big white light, soundless it’s true,
Followed us over the Moonie dew,
I asked Mark...

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Hoisted high Black flags sail,
Camouflaged by a misty veil, 
A bow braced with forward guns,
Upon a ship no-one outruns,
This sight was seen through a scope,
A view of horror crushing all hope,
Terror races through the ship,
For...

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Replace the desolate words I speak without intention
With my intended poetry – a burst of fresh light
In a forlorn bedroom filled with buckets of darkness!
As the world turns on its tilted axis
So does life, a...

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The sun enlightening at the front house
two old armchair-in places by the postal —  
the vicinities were dinners in cycles’              ...

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Here I rise... Surrounded by souls but still all alone
Born just ramble and bound just to roam
Nothingness is my name and nowhere is my home

Here I rise...Like silver moons down the golden slots
So synthetic and...

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Tuesday, 12:00 am

Tonight t'was the stars
I'll cascade a memorizing moon
Glimmering sanctified silence 
along with 
trickling twilight for 
iconoclast ink, 
the serpentine key to 
sacred myrrh melodies
of my heirloom heart~
O glamorous specs of
citrine care to each
unravelling...

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Like some grinning mad ghost scratching at the side door of your senses
Begging to come inside to bring you wrath and wickedness
Bringing cold where it's warm
Bringing scariness where it's safe and secure
Bringing scattered shouts where...

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When life parades a fine line 
between alienation and rationality,
internal intruders of the soul shroud spotlights.

In my dreams 
I'm playing charades with the grim reaper.
surrounded by selfish acts from satanic spirits.
Featherless angels of twilight need...

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