Long Suburban Poems

In Colchester, CT,
and possibly in your town too,
we have a LongTerm ReCoVery Committee
looking at 20/20 prevision
for post-pandemic climate health revisions
for wealthy local and global EarthJustice.

So, what have I noticed
that might be economically
and ecologically win/win useful?

In...

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I wrote a sad but true urban legend called “Dillen and the DMV” last week.
Here follows an update.

Background Review:

One of my health care employees, Dillen, has wicked ADD, borderline intelligence, not qualifying for disability supports,...

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Our lives and our time
Fired useless
Into the air
Toy cap gun shots
Those winter palaces unstormed
No tax offices ransacked
Where is utopia I asked
And no-one knew
They looked at me with pity
As if I still talked
To an imaginary friend
At...

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Literate lettered latitudinarian

Presents the following slapdash
higglety-pigglety bupkis, whereby reader
experiences being mentally hogtied
perusing pseudo poetic perambulation
devoid of sense and sensibility
welcoming character assassination
concerning pride of yours truly,
who merely strung together
words sharing "arian"

as their last five letters
for no...

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As soon as I heard 
You were the First African American Male
To win the Pulitzer prize for Poetry
I wanted to run out and celebrate
I wanted to wake up Hughes and Dunbar
And Baraka and say we...

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Gateway town, Mississippi and Missouri river flooding confluence,
with its celebration of manifest destiny, its looming, iconic archway.
Stainless westward marker, its culture flowed southward for influence
within the lawn-jockey, pink flamingo neighborhoods of moral decay. 

T.S, Eliot,...

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Have you seen a Rockwell 1950's Lemonade Wars?
Two girls, both white of course,
dressed for YoungRepublican success
scowling at each other on a pristine deserted street
of the tree-lined rich suburban variety,
arms folded across their angry 
relentless middle-class...

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His is the whispering voice echoing within the athlete’s field of dreams,
The harkening leader, a teacher of strength and confidence, whom takes
The raw abilities given unto an individual then molds it, shapes it until
This natural...

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In the trees
Small fields
Cloudy skies

A camo boy 
Destined to be a man.

In the streets
Between buildings
Bright grey sky's 

A suburban girl
Destined to escape.

Looking up they see the same 
sun.
Looking up they see the same 
moon.

Looking out...

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(Approaching Ingalls Peak, 2012, original oil)

Rites of Passage

Forty-six years ago,
my first winter in the Pacific NW
my first winter break at college,
I headed out to climb Mt Stuart in the North Cascades 
in the company of...

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My childhood of the 1960's,
all those years ago,
feels like a Saturday in my
journey nostalgic.
The Cowsill's song "Flower Girl,"
their purity of song, of smiles.
A daydream streams,
of running in a field wearing
my Keds,
a sea of daisies and...

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This nonestablishmentarian (Iman) kant riff!
Otherwise titled as: Thanksgiving
nothing more'n gobbledygook 
we stuff ourselves with.

Mine suburban outpost 
approximately thirty seven plus miles
southeast of where liberty bell marks
history upon cobblestone streets 
where sounds of silence 
from walking...

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  On white lines on valiant wheels
I head north leaving behind the City of Sails
       with its humourless streets,
    its casino steel and glass Sky...

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In A Suburban Paradise

I was to spend hours on my bed 
writing short stories in 1967;
with my left leg dangling over the left side, 
I sat on the right leg,
like I was some nosy bird...

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Angel of mercy please intercede

Weakest most lame specimen
among human breed
control of my life I willingly concede
wordless son of a gun fires off 
following capricious poetic deed 
done dirt cheap while 
traveling highway to hell
the speed...

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They left me in the woods…a simple game of hide-and-seek, only there was no reciprocation. I’ve been here for so long, the imprints my knees have made are now pools of mud from the rainstorm...

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April 29— Looking Out My Window 

published as part of Tiferet Journals' 2018 Poem-a-thon  see my poetry blog https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com for these and other poems

Looking out my window 
In Incheon 
What did I see 
The...

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Many years ago and many tears ago
When bills were just something our parents worried about
When first kisses were still yet to be experienced
And summer days actually meant having a vacation

Back in the days when our...

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Looking Out My Window

Looking out my window 
In Incheon 
What did I see 
The neighboring apartment buildings 
Obscured by the April rains 

And yellow dust of early Spring 
And in the distant the mountains 
Aflame...

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Once again besieged by fruit flies

Pestiferous infestation quite
argh apartment unit b44 
plagued with plight
analogously linkedin to phenomena  
experienced within outer limits 
of the twilight zone
dark shadows akin to edge of night 
opportunistic nuisance might...

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Walking, walking, thinking
One mood of music, one single song
Repeating, repeating, repeating…
…fading in and out of my consciousness 
Now the cold breeze making me feel formal and stylized in my layers
Now the heat under my arms...

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Suburban Spring	
(4.15.10)


	Springtime fills the air, 
			like laughing gas.
		(Or maybe more like whiskey.)
The suburbs are drunk on the nectar of it's dawn.
	Middle-class houses 
			are starting to dance.
		(Or maybe they're just wobbling.)
They vomit whole families onto their...

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Well, get up on time,
See your days pass by.
Don’t ask questions,
To leaders of suppression.
Cause court is in session.
Obey this do that,
When you go out,
Don't wear hood or hat.

Ah, eat more Tyson food
City gave us a...

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2.

To be alive is to dance with danger.
Both hands off the wheel,
We fly down the icy plane of existence
Trusting our belief in a Right Order of Things
To shield us from the chaos,
The chaos that waits...

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Kids,
like adults,
who become ecologically active,
join in gardening,
urban, and suburban, and rural cooperative farming,
green environmental sciences,
school gardens as group art installations
and outdoor entertainment
and spirit/nature nondualistic humane-divine experience,
tend to be joiners and stayers,
sometimes annoying OpenSpace Occupiers

Who stray...

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