Long Strobe light Poems

_ a symphonic, folk rock, blues song
1.
I'm an old man looking
For the lost, best parts of me.
I'm an old man looking
For the lost, best parts of me.
I'm looking in the places
Where the people say love...

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In the intimate interlace of chance and fate, in the ultimate interplay of time and place, and with the consummate checkmate of my human dignity, all that is -- is over, in the stormy, swarming...

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Everybody love to say they’re number one,
but it takes two
to make beautiful music, 
so we’re told
Pitch perfect
That one favorite song two lovers have,
it never gets old
After ninety nine repeats, 
it sounds one zero zero multiple...

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Zotëri Count Dracula
is a terrible, Transylvanian host
Mister Tarantula Fangs serves watered down pâté:
Fermented, sour liver compost

I know, 
because my Planet Terror peep Tarantino
said so

Vladdie’s batty bandë
campy lip sync way too much on the fly
Playing air...

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Zotëri Count Dracula
is a terrible, Transylvanian host
Mister Tarantula Fangs serves watered down
fermented, sour liver compost

I know 
because my Planet Terror peep Tarantino
said so

Vladdie’s batty bandë
campy lip sync way too much on the fly
Playing air guitar...

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We all had homemade dresses for prom; well, nearly all of us.
This was back in 1970 while black and white Viet Nam War photos were on TV
Every night, we saw such sadness.
Prom was a reminder...

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Forbidden Chocolate

I was riding psychedelic,
Riding Electric Ladyland,
Inside
The long wheezing worm,
Riding easy,
Through the black snoring night,
Aboard the Amtrak Southwest Chief,
Roaring and rumbling, 
Down the track for distant Kansas,
Heading east,
To silent Garden City.

I had donned white earbuds...

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Click

In the dimming light of her bedroom,
a child sits facing the wall in her bad chair.
She has to go potty, but she doesn’t dare.
So she stares at the wall in the gathering gloom.

Click

Her mind is...

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I tend to think stranger in strobe light
Something about this floor isn't right 
I keep seeing my woman waltz away  
With my arch-rival
It's a great depression –
If you must dance, dance for survival

The show...

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I walked past my pantry
Late one Friday night
To the sounds of what appeared to be
The goings on of a party inside

I grabbed a hold the latches
Swung wide open the door
With absolutely no earthly idea
Of what...

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Where are all the hippies from yesteryear,
did they pack up in their love bugs and disappear?
What happened to the summer of love,
and the freedom to express said love graphically?
Did they go on a long, long...

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big bulbs flashed like a discotheque strobe light.
it’s always midnight.
his breath filled the cavernous abyss.
his heart at risk of jumping to its death.
the shell of his flesh colder than a poikilotherm.
shudder of his lens.
 a...

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Goblins dance across the wire 
With blood red eyes and wings of fire 
They beckon me to join their game 
Join in the buzz and kiss the flame 

My journey’s only just begun 
The purple...

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I WILL CROON THE VOWELS
kneeling in church, arm around my angel girl.
my son’s propped up on pew, chewing gum.
the oldest tries to pray, the grownup way.
LIKE THE ANGELS DO
we belt out tunes for thirty minutes,
mama’s...

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Lying about a lion
Crying inside my heart, dying
No longer fighting
Don't bother trying
Don't bother reviving
No longer wanting
To be without you

There was a time when it ran brave
There was a time that you had it in a...

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I drag myself in to a dark cold room.
 Suddenly the strobe light comes on,
 Flashing around like white lightning.
 My head starts to spin, I feel nauseous.
 Every millisecond of light reveals a face,
...

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Expectantly through the dingy window I gape
Lucid for now but only flickering
Waiting not so patiently, coveting escape
Reflecting on the spectral fervent whisperings

Drawn deeper into the haunted labyrinth
Crushed by the ache of this place
Catching fleeting images...a...

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OH, CHRISTMAS TREE

Denial covers its tracks -
clouding the memory.
SILVER, it was freakin’ SILVER!!!
Glittering, glossy, garish, tin foil, SILVER!!
Required no ornamentation,
no tinsel tossing, no death
defying wiring, only a spinning 
rainbow disk to splash
crayola colored lights
upon SILVER...

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10,000 people gathered on the beach that day
as he entered the stage wearing sandals he'd say, 
"WOW!  look at YOU  come to lend a hand"
Then he grabbed his guitar to strike up his...

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pressing for
time s/he twitches the knobs
COMPRESSORS ON?...

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This broken heart, 
In sorrow beats,
in soulless measured time.
A harp without a harpist,
a poem without a rhyme.
futility in hollow words,
now permeates the void,
and resonates in nothingness,
the sound of hope destroyed.
From archived reels of memories,
minds data...

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The staccato stammering of bass guitar’s play
punctuated with the flash of purple strobe light.
Limitless is the vista of black and gray fright
ominously smothering the crowd’s ghoulish array.

Framed, as if frozen, in this acid white display,
some...

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Mimicing the subtle derangement 
	thru strobe light , flash
	strobe bright crash.
Cough.	 Once &
For all aquiver Iris whistling 
in the sudden storm w-/ that shiftless 
crooked Jaw. Trapped by StarDust bones 
my tongue jutters in two...

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Butterfly arms and legs take flight,
Silk shirt flares under the strobe light.

He wears a smirk.
He can have any girl on the floor.
So he switches partner for every song.
His moves are smoother than his tongue.

He's a...

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