Long Tendril Poems

I walk o u t...

I am lost in unapproachable light—a spectral broth
I am tasting the screaming silence—the archetypal observer
dissects my essence-fossil Passion
a seismic rupture between life/death/rebirth
gnaws at my marrow This dilemma-kudzu
coils tight, constricting tomorrow's breath

Death...

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Chief garbage taster as fifth grade Halloween gag
at Henry Kline Boyer Elementary School
interestingly enough landed me a grubhub grab bag.

I rooted thru poetry anthology of mine,
and came across an unpublished poem
by one obscure poet (me),...

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What goes up
must come down.
What goes out
must come in.
What goes before
must have also come behind.
What folds
must unfold.
When time is knotted
it must unknot.
When space explains radiantly
convexly
then time implies mutually gravitationally and cooperatively,
and concavely.
What information organizes square...

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at Henry Kline Boyer Elementary School

As a Halloween costume, 
one year during early grade school, 
my father got the brilliant idea 
for his sole son to be dressed 
with one of a kind getup.

Missus Shaner...

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“Irish I am,” my mam speaks in hushed tones to the air
She questions still, seeming to her alone
Intones, “Ireland, O Ireland, what are you?
Where do you keep yourself, so I may rediscover you?”
Her speech unknown...

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Chief egalitarian garbage taster i.e. “white trash”

As Halloween costume, 
one year during early grade school, 
my father got brilliant idea 
for sole son dressed
uniquely rubbish qua 
putrid offal getup. 

Missus Shaner (talon clawed, 
shriveled relic...

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The Naked brazen placid blue
Meets its foe the dark forbidding nemeses
Who unleashes his growing anger and fury
Obliterating and defeating his enemy
Proclaims a victory and unrolls his miserable shroud
With utter contempt
And spews his venom
Impregnating his virgin...

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What say you naive with all your poultice,
                     foolish fervor to your reverie!?”
“Mark me damned...

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The frontal lobe of Earth's spoken history
bifurcates like Earth's revolving molten axis
co-arising dervish dance
to YangSun's radiant light.

So too my SoulCare
between Left and Right frontal hemispheres
reforms a spinning AlphaPoint of heated human language
for cultural feedback spiral-cycles
of...

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             Her adorned stars, crackling overhead 
                ...

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               In the glade of sallowed comparisons
           as told by the...

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              If a poem was a spell at wizard's dell. 
Would it say in a state of dual-singularity come to life 3D...

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Exciting walk; barefoot on warm rock while cold spring water
burbles past me. “Hey! over here.” she calls. 
A puppet, my instinct guides me there again;
Creek ends in dark green pond. “Hi” I answer.

My body tingles...

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CHAPTER 9c

Swift a sand shark spiraled nearer
Baring teeth it eyed them coldly
Han spun full about and kicked it
In the center of its body
 
But at this the sand shark merely 
Shrugged and moved off several...

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Long slender tendril of mist in the morning
snakes slowly across the cool water, wandering,
endlessly,
searching, moving slowly, seemingly without purpose,
without direction, without destination.
It fades like a ghost into the shadows,
only to reappear when the filtered light...

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Exactly five years ago I lived in a city
that I named as the city of my struggles
quite an imposing brand you would say
but I found it appropriate in my mid-twenties.
I crawled against my inertia to...

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Oh, this life has pierced my soul many times,
        thrust me into bottomless pits;
impaled and bleeding-   this girl has plummeted down,
falling, tumbling, immersed 'til I am...

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Now for the final act,
I go over to the broad
      lying on the floor
                ...

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The last trailing tendril filaments
of moon beams nocturnally trace
fashion an illusory gilded chariot Ark,
whence upon celestial runners,
the approach of dawn's early light
illuminated terrestrial space
which nebulous solar city flanges
revisited since time millennial
hubbub of human race
nsync with...

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People of sacred Cornucopias
found ourselves politically alone
competing to survive
in Earth's choking climates
of totally domesticated and over-run despair,
then neglect,
then more actively terrorizing abuses.

Corn People,
PolyCultural Planners,
greeting Yang-behaving bean bodies
growing up and into our digestive tracks
and tracts,
our speaking...

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A body abandoned 
needs to mourns its last breath in death
a heart cast aside 
still aches to meet its last beat

and a free spirit yearns for a winged monarch moment 
to fly in the spirit...

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Before I tramp the course of my cause,
A family indeed we were, I and Kole
But I short of years from the other.
Only by words we keep memory of
A deceased mother like morning dew
Sought for by...

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for me ...

I stretch a coursing arm ...
      my fleshy tendril of electric
         actuality, spanning fingers
   wide to encompass my...

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I was born in the year 2423,
gestated in an artificial womb successfully
I drank the nutri-milk
from the dangling nubs on the synthetic tendril teat
I ate the petri-flesh
from the germ-free, sterile laboratory grown meat
My mother and father...

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I stand-
gazing     at the weathered    door-
beautiful    the knob is old brass

foliage   dark    and green
protects it

an assemblage of butterflies
lilt and move...

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