Long Wadded Poems

WINTER, 1948 [40 Saxton Street]

for W.W

The winter nights that pass now
are so unlike the winter nights
that passed before, that I often
struggle back in those suspended moments
when sleep grapples for a hold,
to once again hear the...

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wobbling
   earth
      Phoebus
          slipover
               &
...

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I could sit here and choose not to feel this sorrow.
I could ignore it forget it and move on tomorrow. 
I could sit and bide my time til time is come and gone.
I could look...

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(An Abenaki Legend)


Prologue...


After the reptile people had been devoured by fire, ice and flood, Kloskurbeh the ever creating Spirit, sighed, and thought about the worlds he had made across the multiverse, how his breathe had...

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The Offering Plate

The offering plate 
started at row one
I was in row ten.

I reached in my pants
knowing I had a five
down there somewhere. 

I pulled a crumpled wad
 from my pocket.
A receipt from MacDonalds,
 couple...

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I dreamed I accidentally bought two expensive tickets to a musical play about Thomas Jefferson, then figured, what the hell, Rhonda and I might as well go. Then an ex showed up, someone I get...

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At times it gets hard to talk.
Instead of rambling about anything.
Most times I sit without saying a word.
Just sitting in thought.
Most times different conclusions are drawn.
This at all doesn't mean that anything is wrong.
Sitting in...

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Eutectic water ice with a time-extending elixir,
Casting a trivial covering of aqueous freezing.
In the puncture spirits of an exquisite spritzer,
The Esophagus of a beat glass, sublimating. 

Casting a trivial covering of aqueous freezing,
Wadded ash fills...

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As the sun baked the bathers
No one thought to observe the sea
For out in the distance came 
A monster from beneath.
With stealth, developed for water
It approached the waiting shore.
Before the bathers knew it
They were, just...

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Elixers, emulsions, powders and lotions,
spread on the counter like a fleet on  an ocean.
It’s those bathroom battles that I still see,
ground that was lost, or a quiet victory.
A bloodless conflict, I must concede,
But battle...

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You came to me
As an enemy
Feared, Dark, Revered
Steering me toward uncertainty

Avoiding, annoying, destroying
Trust in men
Pricking me to hate
The desire within

Just when I determined
To make my escape
You clung to my words
And wadded up my hate

You threw,...

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A symbol of respect, pride, and strength,
not to be ruffled, wadded, or soiled,
to be folded, unfurled, raised for all to see,
as in going into battle resounding victory.

Not to be tattered, torn, or burned in effigy,
rather...

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I see what's underneath ladies' skirts; their plump underpinnings and roundness.

I feel shoes scrape across my surface, the feel of a broom and the bold suck of a vacuum

Each piece of me becomes a bit...

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The paper upon which I write
a testament to my failure;
words scratched through,
lines obliterated,
soon join
paper wadded, torn
strewn around the floor.

My pencil, nearly a stub
readies a new sheet,
a clean slate,
radically blurs back and forth
above the paper
as if...

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On countrysides animal scurry along, leaving footprints

In the carbonized material of this planet.

Channel surfing & empty ink pens,

Pepsi & wadded up candy wrappers

All over the house remannts of LIFE

Breathing all over us.

 

LIFE moves over...

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Cast aside are my crumpled thoughts,
lain strewn about the overflowing bin.
Each one representing a moment sought,
a idea gone awry, to be rewritten.

Crushed into balls of jagged course,
cast aside are my crumpled thoughts.
Tossed in the general...

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The older I get the less that I fret 
With my panties wadded up in a tizzy 
As anyone could see I used to be
A mini-me of Dizzy Gillespie

I'd huff and I'd puff when I'd...

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Dust clings to my suit caught
by wafts of imagined vapor,
until I drag, drag, down
the dunes and depressions.

The cold a new arm of guidance.
I’m supposed to be warm,
wadded in comfort lining
but cold, cold, makes me old.

While...

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Waste has worsened widespread. 
                              ...

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The nights shadows scurry from the dawns arrogant light, 
 as I stand on this ledge, pondering flight...
 What does it matter anyway?
 Tomorrow will be just like today...
 The bridge is now only ash...

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