Long Streetlight Poems

"A dressed day has disrobed into the depth of a drawer's nightstand." 

(Oh, how positively awesome that what can be sorted out in such an explanatory pattern that a difference would maketh a day.)

The muskiness...

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Nostalgic Nights.
The smell of gas in the vintage moped I drove an hour to buy, 
Driving down that small-town street at night,
Lit by the dim bike light on that streetlight-less street.
Mixing gas with oil and...

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Surrealist’s funeral is held in the air,
yet, his coffin is not carried by a supersonic speed plane 
flying through the open sky—altitude higher than the stratosphere,
gazing at the sun or a blimp drifting away, in...

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As the sun began to set, cursed words smeared the screen
A familiar face vanished everywhere I once loathed to see it
It was a heady rush I never dreamed of experiencing
The taste of iron on my...

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A Wintry night and a pitiless wind did blow,
This could be the night when we get the snow.
Struggling under the weight of shopping bags,
Got to get home before my strength flags.
Turned the corner,now at the...

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Homeward Bound


Land of mango and avocado 
Sweet , mild and refreshing 
Cassava bread with tea, coffee and hot cocoa 

Fresh meaty young coconut 
It’s water crisp and refreshing
 
Glazed peanut, cashew and coconut for a...

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She turned to her wristwatch but to her dismay
Stuck on "6:59" perhaps time shall not be exposed!

She thought she was walking in the middle of the night
In that old street with an old streetlight
While everyone...

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I remember the land of drums I was born
  bedded beneath great hanging nets;
          the sound of the conch and the horn.
My blue suitcase filled...

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I sit tonight
And...stare
Out my window
At
The passersby
In their cars
Under the stars
Close to far
Going
  About
    Their
      Way
      Though
    Day
 ...

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I am stifled, stagnant, stressed and seriously strung 
from streetlight to streetlight
There is nothing left, my energy is kaput, gone. 
My creativity is something I barely remember.
Until I get home to my refuge in the...

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We have to scratch and claw through life,
‘til we can chip off a little bit.
Then hold on tight with two closed fists, 
and we must never let go of it.
Put it back for a rainy...

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He walks the moonlit moor,
With eyes all aglow,
Hunting down his next victim,
Bringing death unto us all.

His ears are perked up,
Listening to the sounds,
That fill the night sky,
From the bats to faint footsteps,
And horses neighing in...

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The ignored speck on the face of a giant world,
	More open cultivated land but a fingernail of the agricultural hand,
	From hot to cold the seasons change year after year,
	The small town with giant character:
They say...

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The sun has set, and millions of lights awaken on the landscape.
I look out my window and spot the flickering light of the airport,
I see the dim light of a streetlamp, as it slowly fades...

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Look in the rear view, now I've gotta clear view
Most beautiful landscape I've ever seen
and I've seen 'em around the world baby girl, better believe
No feeling like having you next to me.
I mean it respectfully;...

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Giggled with glee running down a cobblestone street,
full of youths joy and always upbeat,
there was football in the park with all the neighborhood kids,
and daredevil bike jumps and attempting long skids.

Asking parents for our friends...

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Grab me by the hand
And let me show you a world
Of earth and sky blanketed
In a dream of night and snow

The snowflakes were thick and heavy
And caressed in the gentle glow of the streetlight
One boy...

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I
my visions— i miss them. 


II
the summer i was 18,
i thought i could be a poet.

sleep till noon,
at night, at midnight,
in Gage Park,
a divine place of youth.

III
July, the cicadas are out, 
the band shell is...

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A man sits on a train
Waiting or at least hoping for an e-mail
He stares at the laptop that sits atop his lap
With unwavering concentration

As the train pulls out of the city
The morning sky is shot...

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8MILE8MILE    .     .     .     .     .    STYLE     . ...

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Feel like a prostitute, only used at night

Never appreciated, I don't think its right

People make use of me with little thought at all

Without me they'd be in the dark, could trip or fall

 

Never worry...

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The Curse of the Faceless Woman

Lost in time, this story is told, about a woman, dark and bold. 
She walks the streets on a foggy night, with a hood on her head to hide from...

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I remember a place
with a heart concrete
that lived and breathed the night.
It was a place that glowed
pulsed in time with the pounding of the night's workmen,
stewed in the warm, wet flood of autumn streetlight
walks past...

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Upon a lonely Autumn night
I spied my prince by artificial light
Our eyes then met, and all was well
His voice, so sweet, said "Go to Hell!"

I laughed it off, assured he jest
And vowed that I would...

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Word Lyric for Music #4

”Hearing the Wind in Garden City”

Got off the train at silent midnight,
Standing in the glow of a swerving streetlight,,
Then I heard something fly through the center of my soul,
It was the...

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