Long Throttles Poems

AntiPoem 4
“Santo and Johnny”

(Poet’s instruction- Play “Sleepwalk” twice by Santo and Johnny while reading)

Santo and Johnny play Sleepwalk on Fender steel and bass
Just oozing out their mellow electric dream sound as the
Santa Monica Pier exudes...

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Mandated this faux gremlin explorer
(alias Cliff Ford) donning reinforced
rubber baby buggy bumpers to dodge
any errant wild jaguar, ram, thunder bird,
bee in blue bonnet hood lamb, et cetera

and/or any cowl screen Fascia hissed
dee fender must be...

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I am twenty-one.
It’s a hot, summer day in 1963.
I’m in Lubbock, Texas, at Reese Air Force Base
And I’m climbing the ladder into a supersonic T-38 jet.
The parachute strapped to my back is cumbersome.
I can feel...

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There’s a throng of dark matter storms clustering at the base of my spine. 
C20H25N30 is encoded in the cord I decided to plug myself into when I 
was 15. Jami told me that I...

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There's a murderer outside the door.
He wields a chainsaw because he's a fanatic for extravagant antics.
Fantastic.
He's manic. A bipolar man suffering the manic stage.
Some would say the diagnosis said otherwise. Some would say a misdiagnosis....

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A girl was raped in a bus that night 
By six men, all drunk, who had lost their minds	
Ambrosia was the elixir of gods, it is said
But godlike men in this age aren’t born or...

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~Marionette Master~    

All my dreams evolve around my wooden floor
Candles and clowns the show must go on

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The Moon slowly moves its way into my room
Dust pushes through my window making shadow puppets...

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I stand in the raging river in flood, 
brown water flushes the sand grains 
that seem like the cells of dry blood.
I feel the pangs of your hidden pains
when your broken heart bleeds pale, 
hear...

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All that we accomplish for ourselves perish with us; all that we do for others and the realm endures. Fear of the path leads to fear of death. A person who is truly alive is...

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The Big Race

I qualified for the big race in May; my odds to win were long,
They knew I couldn’t win, but I had to run strong.
By lap fifty, I’ve moved up to position ten,
It’s a...

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It's just another day at the office for the dedicated Air Force crew.
They've had their briefing and now climb aboard the venerable B-52.
They complete their checklists as they've done so many times before.
The pilot throttles...

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All elements laugh as I cast a moan
While grieving for longings I've never known
The mantle of the earth shrugs at my pride
While isotopes titter, slow death inside
This funeral for my future with you
Reeks with discontent...

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Merrilyn escorts John through the Western trudges, as strangest of strangles blocks the memerrical double
Her momentous reflection: sordid, drossy, and wide to portant throttles
As whips become kisses and fainting memories open with admittance
The sorest sense...

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The calamity on the leaders of the dynasty was very heavy.
 Drona, Bhishma, Arjuna, all faded, all getting sad,
 A Suyodhana rose, speaking, 'Veer!  Well done!'

 He again challenged Parth (Arjun) for a duel,
...

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Behind a chair 
        Below a desk
 with my bare feet on a wall, in my flannel pajama or a wet swimming suit,
   
With my hands...

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I turned into the fight with a burst from my guns
Please don’t jam on me now
Pouncing unseen onto a ME One One Zero
He’s gonna go down somehow
My cannon have hit the iron heart of this...

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Can a poet know life who has not felt the call
Of malevolent sirens who cried "End it all?"
How could sharing of feelings not lead one to feel
Pain that's found all around us when people can't...

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If I could be a child again,

 what would I do.

I would right all my wrongs, and make myself new.

To be a child again,

what a wonderful thing.
 
To relive lessons learned and make the world...

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I Almost drowned,
which is to say,
I fell upwards into a darkness
that contained no earth or sky.

Ten years old and a strong swimmer,
but that lake only buoyed up
its own natatory denizens, 
it allowed some to swim,
some...

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“Time waiting to be inspired is time wasted. When inspiration throttles your neck, go to your desk”- By Poet


With no cover ups, let me be frank
At times my mind goes utterly blank
When I sit down...

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Lawn Mowers

Grandpa bought old junk, 
and then he made it better. 
He worked all day, 
every day... 
in the hot sun. 
The man
never
complained. 

I spent every summer, 
just this side of Hades,
learning all about life....

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In froths of a sky never ever ending,
she throttles like a half—shelled woman
slow to prance in the midst of obedient breeze,
her movement wrapped like a hundred cider vines…
How orange are her nights.
Tipping the light with...

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The weightless float of morn throttles
 like a softly-bathed woman: white, tangy and bubbling
 with a sprig of mint and dew;
 petals’ chests opening a gate of chastity, undressed.


A path of upturned twigs rips free...

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The dark lake only buoys its own natatory denizens,
it allows some to swim, some to glide, dip or delve,
but those sombre waters pull down children
seeing them only as the cloud spawn of alien shores.

The waters...

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The lion hisses a roar in the farm,
as the chirps of the cat rents the air,
a hound slithers into den of the sheep,
the morning comes darkness is in the air,

The children work parents play in...

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