Long Whoring Poems

"Sick Art"



I walk the streets
still and quiet
I do not lie
I do not betray
what the heart belies
pickled kidneys 

I am a ghost
of my former self

ears lent to hear 
the sweet music
of the sounds so fraught
caught up...

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for Eric Mottram (1924 - 1995)*

 a life of toil for the man in the centre
 a hub in the peripheral tireless wheel
 
   where he go then where he go this working...

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Pity Clarity
by Michael R. Burch

Pity Clarity,
and, if you should find her,
release her from the tangled webs
of dusty verse that bind her.

And as for Brevity,
once the soul of wit—
she feels the gravity
of ironic chains and massive...

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III.
She settled into life the best she could,
wanted for nothing, but found her life boring.
Thankfully her pa wasn’t much around,
when he wasn’t at work, he was whoring.

Not many folks spoke kindly about him,
but he had...

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...“From that day on I was just a damned whore,
two years I spent in that place on my back,
when I had finally paid back what was owed
they tossed me out and they said,’That was that.’

“But...

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Using the need to convey and communicate.
She spoke to those she reherst  as they needed
to communicate. the director had been
ordered find words to convey and give meaning to
the terminology used  speak so that...

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Hanging around 
street corners, pay phones, and junky motels,
I stare into the passing faces
Some look away in disgust, some just look away,
not wanting to know, never asking why?
Who would want to believe, it might have...

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I thought these white words like seering light
That jived my brain with alien meanings
To my pain were scandalously gone
I thought I would have to find a way to speak
Using silence as my native tongue
While I...

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Cackle like hens
 might the fox
 find you
he spoke. 
that those who
feedest thee sowest not
but sprinkle grains to fatten
might the fox
spoil the harvest
there labors shall be in vain!



Nyx raised stranger people
with the teachings of the...

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Make it hurt, I wanna bear your mark
Take my flesh and brand it in the dark
Dent and tear apart my skin under your sharp teeth
Use everything you have to tear apart me

Sweet, sweet as can...

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Come and listen awhile I pray
To hear a sad love story,
I have only a minute to stay
To tell the tale of Malcolm McCorey.

I'm Malcolm, Sally was my bride
I've loved her since grade school,
She was my...

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Who has soiled the representation
of these people
with songs they shall speak
me She said before
an audience of
musicians.
The flutist and bassoonist
are engaged, they have engaged in
grinding and rumba.
Might she who wishes us apart
speak of some religious definition
that...

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She is the one time’s eyes cannot forget even my
Nose betrays this obsession her my dreams
Sketch in caramel complexion a Rembrandt
Oil painted blood and bone my brush her
Death resurrected and every slumber obliges a
Kneel before...

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What will they sing of this morning
The women passing by
Coming down from the dry mountain
On their way to the city?
What long time memory
Surrenders the heart in songs?
What joy, what expectation
Through dim brown of dawn
Through the...

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Who is that unrecognizable figure
Plagued with such deep sorrow
Without the eternal light
To bring her into the marrow

....bone of my bone
.......flesh of my flesh

Never, in a million moments
Would I have guessed it to be this
Married to...

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IV.
The tears on his brother’s face were heartbreaking,
and many watching wished it all would stop,
but Paul simply walked over towards the noose,
the whole crowd gasped as the little door dropped.

The final words must’ve had some...

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selling war...
are we really the awakened.
are we really deep thinkers
critical ...analytical
i see putin's  cheerleaders 
I see trump yeah he'll make it great again
and the bet on who's the man
east vs west 
ancient distraction manifest...

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Alone; as you lie on your bed
The stars brighten, serene
Such an ecstatically lovely scene
While these visions float in your head
Imagining hues of purple: divisions of colorful red
Teardrop sparks sprinkle the room
All around in sweetness croon
The...

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Plea From A Dark Soul


 Weep not in the sun for me
 my wasted life spent in vain
 by death I did flee,
 all but my shadow dwelt in pain

 Utter not proud words for...

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He could take what most found, in the time of that
 Particular incumbent fashion, to be lacking in any 
  Pleasing or greatly passionate way,
And, after immersing it into low, blue flame,
 Repeatedly beat...

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My Daddy scuttles across the ocean floor,
Let tons of seawaters flow past him,
Over him,
As he makes subsonic noises
Protesting my sins.

The waters listen,
As do fish and sharks
And other predators of the sea,
The sea horse dances its...

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Black-blue and purple-gray, barred from florescent in amber we play
scratched across vinyl, we sway, arguments in amber we play.

Hopped up on booze, blow, and the down beats blare where we grind
the twenty-first centuries bruised gene...

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Some times as I sit in a city diner.....people watching
I wonder how they can live like this
Then I laugh at myself
Born and raised in the bomb ruined port of Liverpool
With the run of the city...

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I see her as the woman on the road,
and in the distance just inside her sight,
one solitary male approaching—that alone,
draws up within her, latent fire
and by its warming she must genuflect
before the altar of desire.
There...

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She is born with the sun enlightening upon her. Bathing her in glory
Revealing the strength that soon she would bear.
 Although wounded and scarred she grows stronger, Steadfast in truth.
 Her purity she proudly proclaims.
Alas...

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