Long Wraparound Poems

Was it worth
Butchering the butterflies 
We gave each other? 

Were they not 
Pretty enough? 
Or were they just too fragile 
For your unstable world? 

Your world of
Mismatched jigsaw puzzle thoughts 
And drunk high school riddles...

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the god particle concedes to a universal mass
as predictably, it announces its presence
taking the holy sacrament from under its glass
beliefs from before so consigned obsolescence

we now think we know - no...really, we do
how the universe...

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I'm back.
Stood in from of the Marc Chagall 
That is quietly across the road

I don't know what else is quietly sitting just out of my eyeline

Whether wraparound sentences are indeed my friend

Where am I again?...

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Sugary mix roiling in a saucepan in the heart
of the house: a light-filled kitchen where family meals
were taken in lieu of the dining room, thought of by me
in two words: 'formality' and 'dark', whereas, windows
and...

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Walking deep into the woods we stumbled on an old abandoned place
A white and blue farm house with a wraparound dilapidated porch
Tall grass was overgrown and with many shade trees of oak and birch
Plant pots...

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Evening left you signaling the chime
The witness standing back in your eyes,
Pin shut lips
Words without a shot glass

          Pouring freely down vacant streets.

Pages of the past...

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Weepy and willowy
   purple and greening…

Green and purpling vines,
Landowners between the lines.
Beyond the willowing pines,
Spring’s surplusity sublime.

Weepy and willowy
   purple and greening…

Conifers a leap, in front of creek,
reminiscent-flooding was not meek.
Caught...

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From across the park I see the house,
Open windows spilling pools of light
Onto the wide wraparound porch.
As I walk nearer, I take a look inside.

On the walls, framed paintings
And a cluster of family photographs,
Over-stuffed furniture,...

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Silken whispers greet the blithe morning
damp mist spring tap on red  oak door
joyful treat preempted faint dawning

Felicity a phase one can’t ignore
bright daffodil white and pink bloom
fragrant garden bouquet stuff of lore

Alyssum’s plump trailing...

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A vertical line of point on a beach is a starving starfish. Enterprises of ravishing seagulls. Swoop swap. Thresholds of alignment. Delivery of stone reason. No rhyme. Under a large bridge a worm sits playing...

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A vertical line of point on a beach is a starving starfish. Enterprises of ravishing seagulls. Swoop swap. Thresholds of alignment. Delivery of stone reason. No rhyme. Under a large bridge a worm sits playing...

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Long, Low and Wide

By Elton Camp

American cars of the fifties were a big hit
Although some in a garage wouldn’t fit

No tailfin could possibly be too high
A wraparound windshield had to spy

Gobs of shiny chrome was...

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