Long Subcutaneous Poems

“Barking Up the Wrong Tree” 

ghost gums
shed their bark 
the min-min 
makes good use of it
papyrus, soft enough to 
imprint and write
thoughts, like the 
ripening welts of 
green ants 
small bites sting
subcutaneous and 
meridional, 
terra...

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Dear SafeLink Customer,
(one of the many recipients includes me).

The Federal Communications Commission (FCC) announced that the Affordable Connectivity Program (ACP) is ending, and April 2024 will be the last fully funded month for your benefits...

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Spore your appreciation, edification, information...,
orchestration, and utilization,
a moss fungi (fun guy) attests his marriage
synonymous with symbiotic relationship.

Nostalgic acquiescence about fictitious life,
oblivescence about current travails
and reminiscence about
transcendence into utopia
prompts me to revisit livingsocial,
now that yours truly
among...

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Earlier today April 4th, 2022,
which supersedes bald faced headlines 
pointing finger and 
Putin blame for Bucha killings
squarely on head & shoulders
of Russian autocrat, née
yours truly lathered 
his hirsute higglety-pigglety 
thinning oily tresses. 

Hark….the herald angels...

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“Thick Skinned – What it Feels Like for a Girl”



When you speak 
it’s as if stars cascade
out of your mouth 
galaxies you produce
musical incantations 
that I listen religiously to 

I watch your lips 
form glistening...

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January 24th, 2023 Hair washing heralds huge happening

Hark….the herald angels sing, and twitter 
for mass communication 
mediums stop the presses 
when I, a regular schlemiel 
take shampoo to mine matted mass mop 
(no less than...

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Jellyfish! Who could have named you
other than a creature structured
by a cage of bone?

Opaque but transparent
your arrested evolution
lives in an alien perfection.

You abide inside the sea, yet billowing that sea
through your bald, bladder body.
Propelled by...

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As you look at me I'm not him.
Wearing a face of a man that does not exist, a myth. 
   For i am reserved, deep within the confines of self.
Ensorcelled, impelled, upon a...

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And there...
unlikely as in our world
cold mountains peaks
are grab by top
towards the foot of vale
where springs are flowing 
from oceans depth
In to the rivers lair

no bird can freely fly
without the wings wide spread
theirs haven is liquefied
in...

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Still Life For Words in G Major

Our slippery searching years peel away, 
From a central pulsating rind beating fast,
Which glistens like a deep sky beam of green fire,
Emitting unseen filaments with tiny balls of sap,
Crowning...

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SUBCUTANEOUS SAVAGERY  

From the sublime to the savage
With relevance to ravage
By a being beset by a beauty’s betrayal begotten
My well-fed fortune forgotten
My reality rotten

An acrid and sulfuric soliloquy spoken sullenly and suddenly by a...

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