Long Tabletops Poems

Rosebuds draft in scarlet, crimson, or maroon,
dreams to capture the viewer's point of view,
as its blossom's sheath their basis to its prune,
magnificent achievers rise in rows queue,
as the loss of age cast their field of...

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Part I:
im sorry that i cant care about you. valiums taste like smarties. i chew up one, then three. cry for help. im sorry i dont give a **** anymore. i have to snort a...

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What does it mean
To be brave?
I ask myself this as I cascade
Coffee, pour the coffee
Overloading vacant round things
With handles that are supposed to make it easier
Make it so much more easier.. Then it seems
Supposedly 
Burning...

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Wild Blue Land

Such wind rushed by nearly blowing me to the side;
filling my vision so wide, wide dotted with white puffs, 
rolling clumps,  or whispy streaks of froth;
gliding slyly in the ocean of an...

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Age old wisdom scarred not flamed. A dozen baked bees in an hour glass perturbed. And left undisturbed as a minotaur sunbathing on a single blade of grass on a sixty acre lawn. At dusk....

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Fading photographs are strewn across alabaster tabletops,  
drenched in moonlight streaming through rustling curtains.  
Snow owls call out to each other through the whistling wind,  
as flakes of snow dust 
frostbit grass...

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My own gypsy roaming in countless hemispheres
A painter who splashes emotions of life’s tones
Maybe a lightkeeper flaming a child’s wonder
Also, a bookworm awed by enigmatic anti-heroes
My siblings’ event planner for grand occasions
Yes, a film buff...

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The tinted walls’ filled with paintings -
Max, Bull, Fanch, Chen and Noah.
The mantel, shelves, tabletops cleared
to be lemon-dusted and windex-spritzed.

Company’s coming. Lots to be done.
Blinds brushed, windows squeegeed,
cobwebs cleared, Blue-teal rug vacuumed -
prepare for our...

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A large green iguana fell out of a tree
onto my head.
Ohio has no invasive Iguanas.
I don't smoke anymore.

Right in front of me
a speeding red van killed a woman.
I have developed an allergic reaction
to all kinds...

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Sometimes it is just too much 
I am up and want to touch
I am jovial and part of the crowd
Dancing on tabletops, being so proud
Drinking and laughing, I want to stay high
Spinning and grinning up...

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Some people’s homes are sparkling;
You could eat right off the floor,
With not a speck of dust the mop
Decided to ignore.

Each day they polish, vacuum, scrub;
All surfaces are cleared,
The picture frames and knickknacks
Shiny when they reappeared.

But...

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Corridors with wall sized windows are always places of rummage
Where copper candlesticks glisten and
Wood is polished by dirt particles from strenuous journeys.

Everything emits faint smells of 
Brandy and vermouth -
the sweat of great silver haired...

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Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers...
   Are you numb from all your numbers?
Social security, drivers license, identity card numbers
   Numbers, numbers -- numb from numbers

Library card, insurance card, employee numbers
   Credit...

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