Long Voyeur Poems

Various Heresies 6

Altared Spots
by Michael R. Burch

The mother leopard buries her cub,
then cries three nights for his bones to rise
clad in new flesh, to celebrate the sunrise.

Good mother leopard, pensive thought
and fiercest love’s wild insurrection
yield...

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"How Huxley Sees the World"



He composes his world -
dream extractions
simulated from 
the surreal reality of man
colour cognitive from the dead moments
we phantomise to life in sleep
electric light colour bursts forth 
from a perspective unique
a hare...

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Increase In Head Size

impossible mission to encapsulate notion 
flitting hither and yon, to and fro
within cranium attached to mine body,
whereby irrefutable proof prevails
predicated when yours truly
scrutinizes other people visibly aware,
I a modest married male 
blessed,...

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_ a symphonic, folk rock, blues song
1.
I'm an old man looking
For the lost, best parts of me.
I'm an old man looking
For the lost, best parts of me.
I'm looking in the places
Where the people say love...

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Well I know it's been forever and you didn't know what to do
Fear no more your philosopher is back with his clerihew
Who will be now name victim of this wonderfully silly form
Probably himself and anyone...

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“Ten Years, Somewhere in their Lost Neighbourhood”

Of course,
he said, like a god,
there is no course,
one must simply go with the flow
the penumbra stands waivering its existence,
a kind of deactivation, fuzzy borderline hanging, 
backing the art...

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I.	Imagine a stack
Of razor blades
Bolted together
Polished edges
Forming a blunt mass…
Who would guess the 
Blackness of that face? 
	
II.	Picture Pandoran box
Harboring atom pulse; 
No less a voyeur
The scientist peering
Through revealing keyhole
Finds an interior
Darker than any light.
	
III.	Such...

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In glamor-light of sunset
a new crowd of cumulus clouds arrive
and revive a sepia sky-scene—
unworldly woolgatherers gather
spinning fantasy fluff into quixotic yarns
of debutantes dancing with honeymoon hunger;
their dewy eyes blurred by the sawdust of stardust

pseudo-princess-pleasure-seekers
—drama daring...

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01001101 01111001  01010110 01010010

yeah ...
they hijacked my mind, man -
hard-wired my neural synapses
said I'd be famous ...
(wealthy, certainly)
With MY financial issues
what choice, really?
Family no longer cares -
they gave up on me ages ago
(who can...

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John: Sounds like I might like to straddle her equator with my meridian and throw down with a hula hoop on each arm. How soon can I execute my commission?

Mitchell: Do you like to eat...

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open …
I keep my eyes open
to watch you as you kiss me
to think on all that you are thinking
all the carnal thoughts that
might be stirring behind those lids
our lashes so close …
like little feathers that...

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Unquotabe quotes: Dancers - XXIII

Dance like Cassius Clay, Sting like Muhammad Ali.
The dancing Dervish’s ethereal trip makes the Sufi’s Qawwali breathlessness sound like the radio-astral waves dashing on the beaches of their consciousness.
The only unlicensed...

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GOD NEEDS A GREEN CARD

God had a green card
But cannot get back in the gate.
The Bricks are thick
But not so tall, I think
God may need to scale the wall.

Are we safe in gated structures?
Must we...

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cold rain
to slow-streak the
glass I watch you through -
you and your
christ ...
the ginger bread man,
sugar daddy savior, all that
I was not, (and less) ...
choices of
compromise, to provide
the lifeblood of your
"needs" ...

you, admiring
your bullion reflection in...

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I wonder: would you make me your mistress
lost in a world of poetry under your wings
I’ll celebrate heaven's gift; more to me a tortured love
wretched wishes: life's greatest anguish 

our heaven's in sight, you see...

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Midnight was approaching and the dance floor was stark
Colors of the spectrum were weaving and leaving their mark
Lights spun in brilliant flashes of reds, greens and blues.
Sparse bodies were gyrating as if music pulsated the...

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To say her goodbyes, she was forced to wait,
'til final mourners long since departed.
Twin jet-black feathered wings shaken out straight,
forever alone and broken-hearted.

Celestial voyeur she'd once proudly been,
observing Mankind from Heavenly seat.
Had focused on one,...

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"The Queen's Slippers - Part 2"




There goes my heart
with bags packed
no turning back
or final wave
seated hooded next to huntsman
innocent, gauche, temperamental
There will come a time
to save,
but save oneself
on this dark road,
one must -
There will come...

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Living in dark days 
of the last generation of Noah
Evil beast animals now rule the Earth
Peaceful human beings
are perpetual moving ark targets
In constant danger from the archers’ grip,
the meek souls pray always to God
that the...

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Death orifice my Libidinous command,
I contras life's ecumenical demand!
Now reach down in this thistle grim,
Desolate me with the edged limb.
Grant this voyeur that glimpse of dead,
A comatose where life and I unwed...
As minutes kiss my...

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It started with an apple in paradise or was it a date they consumed

Had they kept their clothes off laundry day would have been easier

	The smell of seduction and no fake news

Honestly who cares whether...

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You refuse, refusing the salvant call,
laying there in fetal position,
enthralled by my hex of vinegar and scrawl of liquids release that just seem to pour out of me organically.
Hissing in Wormwood's frequency dwelling, Hollywood "your...

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"The White Noise Bukowski" 

Dreams
are playing fields
where scenarios 
can be altered 
at the whim 
of the voyeur.

sometimes
“they” come to you 
in dreams
and your time 
is manipulated.
“they” reveal 

their messages.

soul to soul.
blue avians
like singing 
blue birds,...

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The former blond model pouts and primps
Swinging her hips
Down the splashing catwalk of shoreline
Sand caving to her imagined heels

Wheeling to her awaiting Israeli mogul
Her shoulders set so far back
It’s as if she’s walking backwards

Puts herself...

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I watched you this morning.

When the cool of the air settled on the morning buds
leaving only the hint of moist stolen kisses
as golden rays slowly caressed the dew from the petals,

I watched you.

Your Cobalt beauty...

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