Long Surgical Poems

(alternately titled: idolizing childhood's end
today April 25th, 2021
generates elusive warm treasured memories).

Akin to significance my eldest sister
felt toward her “Willies” –
(totally tubular fuzzy bendable contrivances
analogous to an outsize pipe cleaner)
until she became a tweener
my Matty...

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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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My friends have always hated Valentine's Day.
They ridiculed the pimply-faced boys
Whose hormone-infused offerings
Smell of Axe cologne and sweaty palms.

Greater the mocking of pubescent princesses
Who prance and twirl and collect tokens
From admirers like shells on a...

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Lisa and I went to a reception, yesterday evening, for students who’d landed summer fellowships at a particular hospital in Boston. (Yeah us!) It wasn’t formal, so I wore a crimson cropped sweater, a beige...

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How dare you walk around all cocky and self righteous
Nailing your ASS is going to be my final gift
U know what u did covering it up because you had to
You don't fool me Doc I...

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This is my last confession; there will be no more.

I am impercipient and slow from last night's sleeping pill,
wincing away from the harshness of day.
Kitchen cold, the room tear-splintered,
sunlight striking a watery rainbow in my...

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My  name is Mattie Ross and I hail from Yell County
In the state of Arkansas living, on a ranch with family
At the age of fourteen I suffered personal tragedy
When my father Frank Ross was...

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At the age of 13 he experienced the great depression,
and that event helped shape his social conscience.
Even as a child he could clearly see all of the resources were still available,
but people didn't have money,...

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Your face. Is beauty. Your eyes are able to make mine immobile. I look at you with pure awe and ask myself: "Are you mine?" A question I'm too afraid to ask because I know...

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Lisa and I were watching one of our favorite series last night, a Japanese manga called “The Way of the Househusband” and I could barely keep my eyes open. I went to bed at a...

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Prophesy of Invention

Compositions of profound illumination resonating from a prophetic musician 
Impositions that compound remuneration as the economists of capitalism demand an inquisition 
A tired physician’s diagnosis that confounds all surgical precision 
A technician becomes...

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(With Wormwood Dreams)
The fire and ice, heaven and hell equinox calibration of scales, scorched Earth
beneath a sky of epic fail of primary colors in triple beam, sale, cine-scene-
totem of hierarchial Archangels of Destruction of Kingdom...

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Tacita leaned in close and lowered her voice a tad. “So tell me, Jack. What’s your real name?"

"You don’t really want to know who I am. You just think you do. Aye, the public loves...

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*Image of Dr. Harold Shipman by Film Daily.

Dr. Harold Shipman: Judge & Executioner: REVISED

The D.A. hoped
a tenth suffice
although they moped
much more be nice
but after all
who'll question his
a man of gall
and expertise.

Who walked about
so well at...

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Convalescence of Richard McGeehan

Spouse of my eldest sister
marital bond fixed in place
strong as mortise and tenon,
he hales of hearty Irish stock
genes of said septuagenarian
analogous to pith and marrow
wrought courtesy divine providence.

At present aforementioned brother in...

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If we were to follow a health model
for optimizing both economic and ecological wealth outcomes,
then investment in public and domestic educational systems
for active ecotherapeutic practice
and developing cooperative, self-regenerative systems,
would become our primary fiscal investment,

While military-surgical...

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Running fast thru Autumn’s dream, Vincent-bright in village winter’s light
Topaz-treed streets, eaves-filled , singing with saffron and  gold,
A Rocky Mountain cold cornflower sky over English hills
Vivid with Vincent-fuzzy ice-finger edges 
Photo-album best parts of...

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Temptation
Verse 1:
Satan, the world’s best liar and ultimate deceiver
He poisons the minds of all mankind and all of us fellow believers
His words are sharp like knives and dangerous as the sharpest cleaver
We try to run...

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Symphonic sirens serenade me from afar;
distinctive, delectable scents tickle and tantalise:
my senses awash with anticipation
as, finally, I lay eyes on my prey.

Slowly and surreptitiously,
I draw ever closer to my quarry.
Prancing and playing, oblivious to the...

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Reflections on the important things in my legacy, history, and values appear with me were always reading books since I was 5 or six years old sitting in the dim light of my mom's house...

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He walks around town
bouncing
over size t-shirts
baggy jeans half way his butt
each day wearing a mysterious smile
today with this
tomorrow that
as easy as his wink
so they come and go

She thinks she is the It gal
Beauty and brains...

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Science is knowledge, magnificence pansophism! 
Extreme erudition of unmatched intellect, 
in all its compelling branches; 

The beautiful and dynamic achievement of flight. 
A kite flying with great height. 
A curveball thrown with might. 
Phenomenal "Aerodynamics"...

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Author's note: This is an epic length poem that will have to be split into parts and will be serialized in successive posts.


PART 1

the highway's double line snakes in 
and out of my headlights
they searchlight...

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****OUR ENEMIES IN DISGUISE***
Norman MacClain wrote, "it is those we live and love, and should know, who loot us"
But whether we like it or not they exist
For some are endowment
And others we got after birth
As...

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She wore pineapple rings for glasses
and walked like jelly dances
I didn't rate her chances
She used to wee standing up
she cooked lemon a'la duck
won the lottery, grumbled what bad luck
like a surgical nip, without the tuck.
She'd...

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