Long Trachea Poems

True "FAKE" Story Of A Vita Man Junky
(any resemblance between this poem,
and living persons...iz purely coincidental.)

Ruthlessly abuzz in my mind
     loosed another idea
     for a poem asper
(wren)...

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For few days between the shaking and shattering of my consciousness, 
The soft arms of Silence 
Wrap around my aching torso 
And pretend to soothe the ever-rapid
Battering of my heart. 

In those few days, 
Between...

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No winds are winnowing enough
To put a quill back in the hands of the dead poet
Or confidence back in the trachea of the strangled speaker
In me
Because no words are as vile
As no words at all
Where...

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At the age 23 I struggled with my horrible addiction of heroin I had tried to stop but its not easy. Going almost four years being addicted to the devil I had many complications and...

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Dying Is Horrifying

Has been sad to me;
Dying is horrifying;
Will never forget.

My wife Jill is in intensive care right now
under sedation. Sunday morning she had
shortness of breath. An aide car came out 
and gave her oxygen...

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 Intensity RIVER AND LAKES—
The lands have a sore throat;
Because of this harsh winter;
Like a trachea a winding way to the mouth;
Also does a river flows it too has water a mouth;
Temperate lows and frigid...

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Run
Running, running
I'm running away, running away from this day
this horrific day
I tried to fight, fight for the greatest thing in my life
but it was beyond my pride to hold once more
something more precious than a...

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Truth be told said topic minimally embellished
rather, prattling youthful looking
baby booming geezer
precious time (yours), he doth bilk
(cue sinister mock-up halloween voice)

moost valuable intangible
outstripping fine spun golden silk,
yet coronavirus (COVID-19) quarantine
drives dingbat to whole new level
wits...

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The sky wears the colour of the beautiful sea / the wind whirls with storm dangling on the nuke of gravity /As I kneel beneath the dusky tresses of the night clouds / unwinding the...

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The February Disaster like a horric catchy song
still boils and circulates through my mind
A prisoner I've regretfully becoming, no surprise
I am chained to a fence post like a rabid, savage dog
it suits me right or...

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"Within the Contained Behemoth"

we think we travel
strange universes

in our planetary
reconnaissance devices, 
transporting initial 
contact communication 
for exporting 
potential new lives
for resettlement,

perhaps we are the
internal world 
of God,

we are 
the good 
and the bad 
of an...

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Asthma

A dumbfounding struggle for what is plenty in the air,
The shortest of unsure breaths drawing,
The hesitant oxygen inwardly cursing;
A judging of the whole affair unfair.

My trachea thinking of its resignation letter,
Worsening the picture of Seeker...

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I'm letting out the geek in me
he's on a different frequency,
a freak of nature you must see
feeding you the ecstasy,

I've got a brain far superior
and a pencil case by my side,
a foot that's got bacteria...

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Wednesday, it was; Nineteenth, exactly if I must mention
Housewives, feeding kids and pets, were getting true tension
Eastward sky grew grey; impulsively, cattle rushed homewards 
Nightingales, to sing of true love, tuned their trachea chords

Welcoming the...

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she is the aftermath of Poison's toxic touch
the result of rage forcing down her lungs
latching onto her vocal chords 
leaving the rosy tongue numb

the trachea struggles to release rapid breaths
as the Poison clasps with all...

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I breathe 
  in your departing wake, 
  of your dust; 
it burns 
  caustic soda crystals, 
  a trachea vent. 
My words 
  pour out, evaporate, 
  water...

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The stem cells coaxed to become
a kidney or a trachea failed to
ask the Himalayas, why were not,
they gathering the ice for glaciers!
Some sexual jealousy?

The naked darkness will nurse
the roses to rest on the barrel
of a...

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The stem cells coaxed to become
a kidney or a trachea failed to
ask the Himalayas, why were not,
they gathering the ice for glaciers!
Some sexual jealousy?

The naked darkness will nurse
the roses to rest on the barrel
of a...

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An old friend of mine
Keeps paying me visits
in the early hours of the morning when the dogs bark

It's 5am
And she's here now
Swirling her pale finger through my hair,
trampling mud through my trembling synapses

She traces over...

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