Long Tincture Poems

"Azure Vistas"

Azure vistas presented themselves to me
rolling inwards the clouds like tumbleweeds
mercilessly bump fallen angels off the map
like torrents of rain falling petulantly on blunt contracts

I glimpsed the sweet refrain of a resurrection
swift upon a...

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"Burnt Aqua"



I can taste the sun
on my tongue
it spills down 
my throat
like burnt aqua
healing the beating frisson

I am ebony inside
shading in my shadow world
some somnolent soul
waking from slumber’s dream dance 
a small death in life...

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CONVERSION

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Everyday is a test, no rest, a contest, put up my best, I confess
Hardwired and tired, flawed with mud and mire, no liar but on fire
I will connect, will not fret but you can bet...

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The story of my unique biosystem
goes back,
as does yours,
through six degrees of separation,
each with its own dominant culture,
tincture,
color,
taste and feel.

Feedback loops began with rainbows
and tidal streams ebbing and flowing
and lunar
and solar cycles.

Looping back in spirals
of...

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A
fine
Parrot Tulip
in vibrant intensities 
with unique undertones
of green acquirable only in a 
few forests. A ruby red swirls within 
its petals beckons awareness of those very 
strokes that live in the lustre of your shapely...

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"Understood"




My feet stand solemn
grounded they're barefoot 
sinking in the undertow,
feeling what’s real

my toes grip the past

while the slow words 
wash it irrevocably away 
the ego sashays
and hangs that Faust in the wardrobe

Locks it away
turns the...

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Faulkner's comment, I imagine him
tossing it off like Yogi Berra between games
of a doubleheader. The hero, the expert, the virtuoso
has no real control, is going to feel
unmitigated, unsparing forces, a mighty sun
swallowed by a black...

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They will not forget 
to this they swear
neither will we ever 
get near the end of 
hearing of it all, I fear
So it's with the dedication
Of a sinner to prayer 
that they dole out their
perceived...

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"50 Words for Poe: camera obscura"



The Night Flower 
turns in her bed
in a dark room
stories of wraiths 
like flies buzzing in her head
and blood-sucking bugs that bite
Rippers and lovers dead
come to collect her from her
ornery...

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A Self-Tutoring Translation of RIMBAUD's Final Version " Vowels " in Contemporary Terms

(" Vowels " (final version, without the definite article, with the poet's corrections)  in RIMBAUD Œuvres complètes. Ed. by Pierre Brunel. Paris...

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A friend of a friend introduced me to a Hypnotist,
asking me as astrological medium, if I can in a dream assist.
The timing would be of importance and must be genuine,
a Mars and Moon in Pisces...

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"The Spite Syllabub"



The daughter 
is not 
The mother 

Sylvia’s bees were
left milk, bread and butter

Plath by name
but not 
the daughter’s path

in evolving nature
not the mother
nor the father

Love for art’s sake
Art not for Love’s sake

Amy G....

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1. Short beautiful minutes in this bar stack
my body rhythms, felt in the next block
on senses, the salad energizes
my inner pricks, in need of a tincture
forget the menu, she’s my bill of fair.
pretty damsel I...

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There were times when I'd a desire to be great,
Your respect, and appreciation would lift my shoulders up.
A tincture of flattery was enough for me to be manipulated,
Because that was the only reward for which...

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Beneath the River Somnium,
Abandoned Wishes hymn: quiet in the viaduct:

Reverse the Lodestone;
Reverse the First Sin;
Reverse the Autumn Hearse;
Reverse the Universe.

We are the murk men, intangible ends—inebriated together
With Beelzebub our friend. Absolvent now in burning skin,...

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my agent grew nervous
when he discovered
like the rising sun 
on a sea of shark fins
that one must gauge and become the gauge
what is it that heralds an improved model
claiming to have superior knowledge
my hospital masturbates...

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SUPERFINE SUNRISE

                    An amazing Sunrise!
           ...

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"Other Worlds"



Drifting through 
my mind once 
Apollonian 
 
I am enticed 
by the larger 
Dionysus 

I am 
a very small creature
twee, so

point.on.the.delivery

irrelevant 
a novel conundrum
where? the exact position to place?

like a hummingbird with 
fast beating...

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Finally, she could get down on her knees again, not in prayer but to touch rosemary and lavender which had begun to send its fragrance into the spring and rising warmth in nature’s heart. There...

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fragrance of yesteryears distilled from heartache and joy

mixture of entropy and cohesion scented in hopeful aroma

	sweat from wanderlust of adventure

	tears from emotional advancement

	blood of hard work’s injuries over time

	fears contained and turned into vigour 

	petals...

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Quote: True intelligence requires fabulous imagination. Ian Mcewan
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In a realm of dulcet dreams, a tale unfurls,
Where fleeting moments dance with the sublime,
A fugacious world where time swiftly swirls,
And fabulousness transcends the paradigm.

Amidst the...

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A Self-Tutoring Translation of RIMBAUD's " The Vowels " in Contemporary Terms

(" The Vowels " in the Paul Verlaine (first version) copy in RIMBAUD Œuvres complètes. Ed. by Pierre Brunel. Paris : Livres de Poche/La...

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Mirage

On this journey not knowing how it begun,
sensing only the thirst and the heat of the sun.
My feet in agony beyond comprehension, but anxious to go,
wondering if the village with the in, will soon show.
The...

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"The Paradox" 

When we had crossed Styx
like a slow game of knuckles
we were thrown for a six 
it was like the party 
had kick started 
way ahead of time
without us

escape from the world
of fools is...

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