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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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A frozen pulse a synergy and soon she was iced like cold hard glass. 
Poor Clea in her purple orchid dress ensconced in a crevice of time,  
from the icy tendrils of Ikthalon. Icy...

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I arrived tonight in 
Gesthemane
With Stories to tell and 
things to become
You, you remained
In vigil 
Adrift in your aerie,
A bright laconic moon

I have come to drink 
Deliberately 
And take from you  
Take the silence...

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Was I a bit too real for you
too raw, like meat bleeding on the butcher’s block
too honest like an angel
as I stripped the skin from my flesh
flesh from my bones
put every prickling nerve on display
every...

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Feet patter through the leaves of the oak wood
Her breaths frantic blond hair bent back 
Stops swivels and pivots seeing all she could
Body sways and she prays for air to catch
Then she see it lurch,...

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Sometimes you can walk as far as you can but in the end realise that you have been walking 
around in circles,we run a faithful race only to realise that the winner was already 
predetermined...

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I'm one tissue shy of calamity,
next to the last soul in humanity.
I am one ounce of pride short of dignity,
and one mph away from velocity.

I'm in one town-you're intensity,
a Master Charge away from identity.
One aching...

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Deep within, settle our diamonds of hate;
Descending, slowly through our mind, heart and soul.
Hurts refined and ignored, forgotten in fate;
At first nothing but, a burning lump of coal.

The black-sooted singed wound, is hidden within;
We put...

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FOCAL POINT

should we focus on his nude frame -
so muscular, so prominent,
private parts an extension of his serpentine scarf

or the ruddy lyre,
with its cheeky color,
plucked by rapturous fingers

or the unbridled wildlife,
pointed precariously
at pulses of vulnerability,
sensuous...

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Chopsueycide; They’re gathering for the feast this time; last time it was a roasting. 

Chopsueycide; An acquired taste that’s guaranteed to raise temperatures, but not pulses. 

Chopsueycide; Added ginger will certainly blow your head off,...

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