Long Tailless Poems

I sprang  from my make shift bed
at three am and hurried through 
the malodorous door at a quarter to four
I was tormented all night
with rambling and cooking on the upper floor
and putrid fish odor...

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I watch you shyly from behind the curtains
Every single fragrant night
Confidently, you roam the sky
Leaving a trace of stars so bright
I love the miracles you bring to life
Sequins hanging in the sky
So I can melt...

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We are primates, one and all
And our heritage is not from the fall.
The primate group is where we’re from
And no matter how far we’ve come
We owe our past through ties of time
And that’s the purpose...

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So I asked my little Kublai with his big sad face
Where are the doggy toys that once litter the place
No chewy ball, no pull rope or bone of cloth
No toy birds or animals how did...

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We are drawn here for the festivity, to glorify His name.
In our crimson best, presents wrapped gaily, to glorify His name.

Joyous revelers and their dutiful handlers arriving.
Doors open, we are welcomed heartily, to glorify His...

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The legs of the tigress were the first to go;
torn from her in a single vicious bite,
then left, helpless, to watch the rabbit; 
bop and boogie around the once fierce cat. 

The lion met a...

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For J. C. Alldridge

Piccolo and been-throated pibroch
Dilating dimpled hood
Spreading photometric darkroom eyes
Waxing waxing matching
Venomous lip to music's piping lip

O Queen of stung dragon-mouthed Po
Dancing girl of nuanceless ancient reliefs
The apotheosis Brahman curling on the neck
Must...

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Is it to lubricate and protect my eyes from your flow?
Or do you intend to bring out my joy, sorrow, and rage?
By your stream-like flow to others, you show my grief, I know.
A parrot in...

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I am a poor tailless cow.
The creator chases away my infesting flies.
I’m clotheless at the prime of the hamarttan
and my only blanket is my feebly tanned skin.
I’m barefoot on the pathful of thorns
and my teardrops...

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A sleeking sharp  knife
Piercing an apple color morning of impeccable beauty 
Running fast in the noise of the colony
Someone calls out from the roof-
Oh, vile fox gang, release the immovable human hands 
A few...

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