Long Windpipe Poems

One liar said to the other liar,
“That’s some shaky vanilla truth,
I heard you done cold call sold.
With these lying eyes, do I scream with glee ... 
you left girl honesty 
hanging altar jilted at that...

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I
we’ve built you bridges that will lead you to tomorrow
the pieces of these skimpy mind of yours has been repaired 
down in the sea of knowledge have we made roses for you
love at large and...

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My name is Johnathan Payton
and this whole mess started last year,
went to a game in Baltimore,
to watch some football, drink some beer.

Was waiting for my ride to come,
when a young man did approach me,
he pulled...

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our script opened on a biography about a boy
learning to empty himself in the street so that he could dance
and sip memories from the eyes and face of his mother
he bears the image of how...

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With fascist fist, white CHAUVINist (whose christian name is Drek)
hailed pearly Knights in Kevlar tights who spurn the ebon fleck,
and joined the Kops enforcing stops which keep black pawns in check.

Floyd feared the Kops (most...

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feeling his vitamin injection a new adventure begins
a slapstick epic of unfathomable implication here unfolds
as the rat gnawed curtain rises at Ye Bone and Gristle
among the clattering of wooden pints of bitter ale
the floor show...

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Story of the Broken Hopefuls: 
Part 1: The Doomed Beginning. 



All is well with him
The sky's the limit 
Your heart flutters
And you think it's just the beginning

The door is open but you're afraid to walk...

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It was the raindrops, that were tapping on my window pane
that night you left
packed your bags, calling the yellow cab
and driving away into the Red Sun.
I prayed you'd come back, but never did you return.
Nothing...

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**Content warning: depicts abuse (please skip to one of my more lightheaded poems if one needs to).


To you, your abuse began as a game or joke, 
so insidious, so quietly inhumane, 
a spontaneous, cautionary tale,...

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I drifted to this place	 
When might I drift away?			
Am lost in time and space		
Cold feet encased in clay		

Afraid.  I am offbeat			
Next year I will as well		
Shamefully repeat			
Tucked inside my shell			

Are false masks better...

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The rosa blanda embroidering your face
will become the veins in my tongue reaching to clog my throat
go past the tonsils and vocal chords and windpipe
down and down still, burrowing into the esophagus 
relentless in its...

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Masters of Trickery

alien ornithopters filled with pilgrims
gliding in under a full moon
foul smelling unwashed bumbling
hubcap jockeys from artless galaxies
firing bursts of compressed methane
in wanton hypnotic quantities
ended civilization as we know it
the survivors reel in stupor
the...

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I was so close to the sun,
Tantalizing; ethereal-
Warm rays rolling over my skin before-
Sinking deep,
A parasite rooting itself into my neck,
Gentle caresses-
Strangling-
Choking-.

Churning-,
Inching closer-
And it stopped.
I felt air again,
But my lungs had grown so used to...

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Just let my heart and mind breath
I bellow out into the bitter wind
The constant plummeting of thoughts
Against my skull
Nausea narrows and squeezes my lungs in its paws
My organs are the monster’s play toys
Thrown around
Pulled apart
Beat...

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Is I may display how I feel don’t think reality would say its something they could feel like foreal why not with its definition  she was that coca butter brown skin type but lips...

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The land of the rising sun,
laughter beckon us as we wave perfectly 
to you. I've made my ancestors proud 
writing about you, my muse is delighful 
in glorious light, my ancestral home.
I have told my...

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Too tired, my legs please to rest.
 Sorrow message burden on my windpipe,
 Weary eyes find, knock at small nest.

 "Oh! my sweet heart, don't cry, don't cry,
  Stars rushout and watch over you.
...

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It's hard the see the pictures
the ones you chose to share
the mark of blunt force trauma
that he has brought to bare.

I can see in my mind each blow
from his fists and head alike,
the kicks, the...

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I wonder how he's doing: if he's in the final throes?
I haven't seen him lately and there is no way to know.
I've heard he has a cancer in his lungs and in his brain.
I sit...

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Easy Elimination of Stupid People 

By Elton Camp

(Note:  All these are paraphrases of actual product warnings)

For meeting this goal, the best way to go about
Just remove warning labels, let it sort itself out
From the...

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Murder in Umu-Udo

Grieve, oh skies of Umu-Udo, at the ominous impending,
And cloak your moon in sackcloth of dark cumulus.

Shatter the night’s quietude with your unrestrained bawling,
And wash off the twinkles in your billion eyes with...

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The clanking sound of spurs, the sun’s glare
off the shiny doppelganger derringers.
Her hat tipped onto her sweating brow.

“Contests! We don’t need no stinking contests!”

Her cowhide boots kick up the prairie dust.
She’s not your quintessential grandmother.

Her...

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Behold the flageolet wizard wand — 
at each windpipe end,
it toe tag taps the same dirge sound

Abominable Gomorrah black buries
to the left
Vile Yeti blinking Babel blue buries
to the right

This voodoo mint stick
shows you the same...

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Death

Some call death mighty, fearful
Dreadful and ultimate victory over life.
For some, death entered humankind through Adam
And then reigned till present.

Some refer to death as cessation
Of all the function of life;
Stopping of heartbeat, breathing, brain activity
And...

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I guessed that they called it mustard gas because of it,s yellow hue.
Once you got a mouthfull there was nothing you could do.
Your throat explodes,your lungs implode as your brain screams out for air.
You rip...

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