Long Underlay Poems

Penelope Alecknavage nee perskin whose death aye assay
to comprehend, this son of the late Harriet Harris - 
   November thirteenth 2016 marked her eighty first birthday
if she still lived these last eleven years...

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Hence, I plunge into imagination to encumber suffering,
Athwart are the horizons wider than my pride,
I, one but three, such a symbolic trope, the Trinity,
A gorgeous exaltation gorged into voracity, itself.

The good is near me! The...

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Thoughts are electric that's 4 times gravity... talk about defying the laws! 
How mad is we, right now!? Bet ya not as mad as me, i bet i seem mad as! crazy right!!.. 
Now. 
How...

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When the leaves fall, 
I feel their green call to me
unto death. 
Whispering that what was fresh 
is no more. 
I hear their silence, see their veins 
weave through their becoming -  
from brittle...

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Monochrome scenes blanch
but color is there as an underlay
of my own viewing history.
Black and white movies,
old even when I watched them
flicker still on an inner retina.

A hero turns conspiratorially, 
staring into my future.  
What...

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Images of ghosts fly behind my eyes
I shudder
sometimes it's cold here 
below the belly of warm eyes.

If you could would you transcend?
Slip in between the day to day
and stop time in your mind 
to look...

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Please do not stress Mother dearest

As i do not want to add to your woes

But the dog has just come in covered
in ticks and fleas

And my sister and I have both knits and
scrapped knees respectively

So...

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Ocher and quince wads
pack gaps in particleboard walls.
Yellow newspapers underlay linoleum.
The apartment is smeared by nicotine
When it rains, a paper-Mache atlas of a blotched sky
can be read on the ceiling.

The window-sill slants, he dares not...

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There are gaps in the particleboard;
quince wads fill the breaches.
Nicotine newspapers underlay the linoleum.
It's a rented place, he tiptoes
around its yellow layers.

He has a friend he visits on Sunday afternoons.
The walls of her bedsit are...

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IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : Part XXXIII

IF you pull a long non-plussed face
Astrophysicists declare Science no Absolute Truths underlay
Big-Crunch might on Big-Bang back bounce about face
Who'll say All-This's but mere hearsay

If you pull...

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He appears in a photograph of his life
there are no faces, nor anyone
who lived in a memory.

Images develop.
That long table was a smorgasbord
where he left only bones and crumbs.

There is a mirror on a transparent...

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I sit rolled in a corner
Almost forgotten
Quietly ignored
Crimson velveteen tufts 
Densely packed
Underlay visible
Obscuring the majesty
Only ever ceremoniously unfurled
When dignitaries visit
The streets I cover
Usually covered in dust
Dirty and dank
Freshly cleaned
To impress and fool
In the fetid air
The...

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1234 CLUCK. Decisive time for sea monsters on a cruise to seventh bay. No ... NO..... towering underlay on carpets. It might sink the cabbage leaf, and pickles cant float in water so you cannot...

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Quince wads pack gaps in particleboard.
Yellow newspapers underlay linoleum.
The apartment is a nicotine
an atlas of a blotched sky
can be read on the ceiling.

He has a friend that he visits once a week;
she will stand in...

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There is a part of me,
an obscure mossy part
that is an underlay,
a lichen-like carpeting
of scud and muddy surf
that some might call soul.

Within that membranous sub-coat
neither devils nor angles live
yet there are creatures
and they merge and...

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There is a part of me, an obscure mossy part
that is an underlay, a lichen-like carpeting
of scud and muddy surf that some might call earth.

Within that membranous sub-coat
neither devils nor angles live, yet there are...

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Once thicket thickened,
           Mossy, leafy
               Underlay.
Chance to catch starling
  ...

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Once thicket thickened            
         Mossy, leafy
          ...

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