Long Switchblade Poems

Hopefully these two young boys stayed out of trouble after getting a wonderful break like this.

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Early in the MOURNING I usually went out,
To ride my bike on a FLOUR filled route.
BUTT because of the WHEATHER, today I changed,
A nice ride in the evening I had arranged.

I found myself riding THREW...

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Ain't it wild the things that have passed?
The things we thought would change,
the things we thought weren't gonna last?

(remember picnics on the park grass?
that was awesome)

Movies with friends, weddings on the sand,
rock and roll concerts...

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i want to write a poem for the women on brown street, 
the ones who work at the diner i go to every sunday with my parents,
the ones who keep the dulled butter knives hidden...

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We want to rub him out, blot him from the face of the Earth,
Feed what’s left to the worms and let them claim his worth.

        OK, I’m in,...

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in a moment that gave her a semblance of clarity

my Mom expressed without a shadow of doubt

at long last I am allowed to do and say as I want
	
      ...

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A broken shell, a living hell, and all I'm left with now is my regret. 

Better days ahead were a pipedream after our relationship crumbled. Countless arguments. Disagreements. Every day! For my life, I can't...

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Like joy, sadness, anger, contempt, disgust, surprise,
Fear is nature's gift to creatures, to make them wise;
Threats, true or imagined, like rifles, trigger fear,
In physical and psychic realms, it does appear…

Just as darkness causes fear, height,...

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Poet heads up note: This poem is rated pg for some violence.


Born into a mafia family,
with his umbilical cord in a knot,
he took his first breath
as his Mom lay on the cot,
his Dad was big,...

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She’s a switchblade, blackjack,
Knuckle-duster dame.
Got the proper block and tackle,
Lash your rigging to the frame.
She put the drill press to your taproot
And the grindstone to your saber.
Good for sharpening your senses,
Keeps you on your best...

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Their spears did not get heavy,
flower blooms did not sprout from barrels.
Some chew on ancient bullets, many captured themselves.
In dark allies a switchblade blindness entered their hearts.
Everything is a memory.
The living kill awkwardly, randomly with...

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Nothing to hold, yet
Everything--withheld
Strained by light, becoming a shadow, hiding in that shell
Crawling in the dream a brief reality

Hell no I said
I laugh because it's funny, you know?
But for some reason unknown to me 
I'm...

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The dead they are burned not by heat or cold.
Their spears did not grow heavy,
blooms do not sprout from their ribbed barrels.
They chew now on spent bullets;
they have captured themselves.

In dark allies a switchblade blindness...

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I whisper your name

                Feel the familiar soothing sounds and rhythms

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Always the weapon
and never the truth
the woeful prediction
of life's terrorism
shall always end in death

Ah such a bastion
for the ammunition of fear
to afford the devils consumption
of every soul living here
in tortuous redemption
those switchblade centuries have controlled

All...

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Fallen warrior
I miss you.
You were my homie I 
talked to when times were
bad.
You were there to cheer 
me up when at times I was 
sad.
You turned me friendly
whenever I was mad.
Fallen warrior
I love you
you were...

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As we sit at the edge of the bridge
Do you expect me to jump?
I found the power to turn beauty to a pig
and my methods are out of control.

I only pushed you away cause I...

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Laborare Estorare in obscure ANON-ymity
Though to do as  they must they'll know nothing but pain
In this richly owned world, self appointed divinity
The righteous still toil in God's Holy Name

We're but offal to corporate greed
In...

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Instant friction
Lost in a fiction
A certain malnutrition
Of the world we live in
Can't stop this rejection
Familiarization is a complication
A mirrored reflection
Down to the core of perfection

These are my switchblade tragedies
Deal on a dime
Don't know what it...

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waking rakes your thirsty dreams.
you laugh thinking you pushed
the nightmare aside.  swallowing
down the bone-stealing juice,
you match your daily attire.

gritting or smiling, you hold fast to the talon-fists
of surviving.  it's 120% you give
to the...

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Workplace harassment is rife, alive and well, 
Occurring too often in this pseudo company.
Derogatory, condescending words roared, inches from your face, 
Sounding like a battlesque symphony.

People in charge making foolish demands,
Then usurping workers places, employing...

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Cars today do not come with keys.
You are handed a little elongated remote fob thing.
Silver and black, looks science fiction-ish.

If you are me, you think there is a button somewhere.
If you flick it, the teeth...

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RUT- that's the title,
Insanity- I'm a disciple.
You guys make me think,
in ways untried,
I'll treasure this site,
until I've died.
And maybe even after that,
How many lives for this cat?
Survived cancer twice,
And though it was not nice,
Worse pain...

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I ran the blade under my thumbnail,
scouring dirt with the tip,
and stared aimlessly at the street.
Switchblade thoughts clicking,
metronomic stilettos on wet paving,
drawing closer.
In this sleeping wakefulness,
this illusion of life,
she never arrives;
waiting, as you do, for...

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