Long Tendon Poems

My eyes stare straight,
fixated on something in the distance, 
humming a song that would send chills,
if you ever got the chance to listen.

A padded cell and a straitjacket,
the doctor giving one of his ‘visits,’
his moans...

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We came not for conquest,
but for containment—
though conquest is what happens
when containment itches beneath the skin
like sulfur spores in a sealed lung.

They had the secret.
Not gold, not weapons, not prophecy—
but language that healed.
Real language—
not poetry,...

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I live in a world of brutal ice and cold

Despite the temperature being five below...
these fingered handy limbs
awash with profuse sweat
dripping palms analogous
to a bloody busted gushing water main.

Mein kampf analogous
to a self made prisoner
who...

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still the climbing green lianoid lass


her tender tendrils torn  


massive metal lying like a cutlass


in her lap forlorn


                ...

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These hands were fashioned for work; these hands are down to earth; These hands have been mingling in the dirt, cleaning the grease and grime and picking up garbage and slime, they pass me on...

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~ for Mom ~


it seems …

like yesterday
and it seems like forever …
I can see them clearly
I can feel the soft wrinkles of skin
her little hands -
clutching the round disc
skin as thin as tissue paper
veins winding...

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I slash with my sword and I push with my shoulder. Every muscle and every tendon is screaming in agony. I can feel every pressure when my blade makes contact. I’m grunting with passion as...

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‘Twas damp, cold and lonely - not much bigger than a closet.
But the little room within me is mine.
It has no niceties such as a bed chamber but
To one side – when pressed upon hard...

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~ for Mom ~

it seems …

like yesterday
and it seems like forever …
I can see them clearly
I can feel the soft wrinkles of skin
her little hands -
clutching the round disc
skin as thin as tissue paper
veins winding...

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Donald Trump Das Fuehrer's Braggadocio

Wrapped up in the Christmas holiday spirit,
I surmise doth allow
nationally collective obliviousness
     to steer ship of state
     (these United States)
to suffer retaliatory browbeat
ting...

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Act I: 
Gaze a burning gift of a rainbow kaleidoscope reflecting a passage into the wavering pine of mesmerizing clouds and surreal meadows with candy mushroom tops and valleys of poured sugar. 

Did this mean...

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It arrived yesterday, manifested gradual and absurd,
started with the surrounding area dying first,
then the original picture of a missing itty bitty bird,
levitating and unmovable.

More people went missing as the days converge,
sure enough a new snapshot...

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I was working out back, while under the palms
I've a tendon-cy to stand under the limbs
to focus my eyes, and digest the surrounding glands cape
Plantar-d there on the ground was a carpenter ant 
that caught...

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Alex Honnold free soloed up Half Dome
I watched the video from the comfort of my home
I marveled at Catherine Destivelle, when Verdon's edge she trod,
But in New Haven, East Rock lures the unskilled clod.

That rock...

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Is it not enough that you’ve hung me beside
myself from your fraying rope - tendered by 

graying wooden clips with rubber fingers?
Must we really soak on dry until we are sepia

toned under-developed photographs, left on...

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storm, weight of rain sloshes
o’er the sides of the acrylic tub
thunder of strobe, eyes blinking
slashes of screams, disaster —
utterance of lips, gutteral
door jammed, eye to eye contact
with the lion and lamb; the owl
on heights of...

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You can call me what you will,
But your opinion does not define me. 

If you say I am a hypocrite, 
Then every word I said was a lie. 
But it felt more real to me
Than...

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In the dream my nightmare strikes,
With human faces like zombies,
Hairy and teeth like vampires,  
Deep in the jungle beneath the caves.
I tried to run but my feet were stuck,
Something holding them down,
The scream wouldn’t...

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An Accident


On August 20, 1963 I was on
The back of a motorcycle going slow
At a pace of ten miles an hour in front
Of a shopping center that bowed

The belly of the bow was a blind...

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We all get so used to touching skin, that a lot of times we forget how to feel it.
We forget what the texture is.
We lose the memory of praising every hair, every mole and freckle.
Skin...

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On that day, the phone first rang at nine a.m.,
then rang again fifteen minutes later.
His daughter gave his wife the news.
The shock…then silence…
followed by mixed emotions. 
She was oh so very young.

The mirror in the...

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Pounding at the resonant head 
of my chest—he of hunger 
latches his fangs just beneath my jaw—
not to sever silence, but to pummel poison.
Tissue parts with wet reluctance,
he with need more than malice
burrows into the...

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What good would it do,
Son of Peleus,
To pull that arrow from your heel?
As you lie there helpless, 
Legs useless and folded beneath you.
Your hand clenched around its fletchings 
Searching for the source 
Of sensations unfamiliar...

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How do you build out of context?
A river surges upward, defying gravity,
twisting like a tendon torn from bone.
The sensation is an addict’s final inhale,
a stake driven clean through the heart.

What is the formula?
Am I equipped...

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Aroma lingers
within the encasing bastion,
aisle upon aisle haunts the ancient catacomb
that is home to the decisive many.

User friendly ecstasy
depending on Fahrenheit fifty two,
this golden age to cherish?
Hypothermia guaranteed, with anything less.

Inward the soul is searched,
waves...

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