Long Yolked Poems

"The Payload" 

The payload 
came crashing down
like rain expelled
from the fat belly 
of a ruinous pregnant cloud 
bilious with buxom promise

it came crashing down 
like school fish released 
from the tight confines
of a course rope...

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Start and end each day,
and life,
with a taoist egg.

I doubt my eggs are religious.

No, but they are natural,
organic incubators, 
co-arising nondual yolk form
with transparent regenerative function,
cosmological purpose, maybe,
if you're a chicken,
or a turkey, 
or a...

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The problem of PolyNomials,
equivalent or not?
with Not PolyNomials
hides a geometric bilateral 
not-no means yes 
polynomial assumption
that was profoundly channeled by ZeroCentric Bucky Fuller.

1 Polynomial v 0 NotPolynomial
assumes if we could distinguish NP from P sets...

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Time's natural evolutionary purpose
and revolutionary EarthTribal meaning
is primordial eco-centric gratitude for being,
as compared to human nature's language 
of becoming some intent we are not yet.

Evolution of our human natural culture
explicates
explains
our cooperative vocational
ecological purpose.

From this exegetical...

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Time To Shower...When Pervasive Odor Of Ureic Acid

Doth strongly waft, sting,
and nauseate about me
olfactory nose flying zone
bombarding cilia of
nasal passageway analogous
to displeasure wrought by

crashing, deafening, exploding,
ear splitting xylophone,
also synonymous isolated like
barenaked lady within
remote location of...

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Pursuit for elusive prey
teases yours truly
into treacherous catacombs
dangerous mentally
challenging pitfalls,

sets small hairs of back
on camp creeks edge
of night, where dark shadows
evoke outer limits
of twilight zone

prompting me constantly questioning
purposefulness, qua hair raising pursuit
embarking these modern roman...

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Pursuit for elusive prey
teases yours truly
into treacherous catacombs
dangerous mentally
challenging pitfalls,

sets small hairs of back
on camp creeks edge
of night, where dark shadows
evoke outer limits
of twilight zone

prompting me constantly questioning
purposefulness, qua hair raising pursuit
embarking these modern roman...

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Cells work is play
to resiliently thrive
only in organic systems.

Individual yolked cells
each with her own ego-governor
survive healthy together
and divide tragically apart

More like symbiotic regenerations
of surfing cantilevers
than degenerations
outside predations
storming waves
of colonizing cancers.

Transgendering 
transubstantiating
transitions can be both

Too hard...

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Though A Destitute Alteh Kocker...

(albeit boyish), I tell myself with pride
always look on the bright toothless side
of life, this nonconformist tried
his darnedest with
threadbare trappings to abide

despite bristling, harumphing,
and lamenting luckless life,
while woe didst ride
shotgun squeezing...

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Homely Appeasements


'You are what you eat', say the dieticians!
There is no escape from gormandising
I'm a foodie! It's aroma inflates my spirits
I once tasted garlic cottage cheese curry
In my dream, and my restive spirits unruffled 
The...

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Crudités, fresh, piled high and swaggering
From the market, bought this evening.
Thrusting carrots, earth still clinging,
Crisp cos, perky peppers, piquant roquette,
Rude red radishes, cucumber firm,
All in cool clear water washed,
Droplets sparkling on their surface.
Want to dip...

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Within thy head, all ye poesy poets, a dragon dares to dwell,
A legend that history has mythologized into stone;
A statue spewing fumes through its shattering shell,
Adorned by a gorgon who turned thy cone into bone....

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My dear Ornithorhynchus,
Why do you confuse us?
Neither mammal nor bird
You are a creature absurd.

You are a mammal they say
Yet yellow yolked eggs you lay
And suckle your young
To scale evolution's rung.

Your pelt is so fine
But you...

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Yolked
in depression
insomniac
peristolic grumbling.
Scrambled Sylvia
wants me to write.
Plath write me
right into suicide flame
verbiage  ...
fried.

Where does all the poetry go?
in time for evenings
news is ugly headline.
Headlines to perpetuate
blame, shame, victim stance
dance in the silence of
the Internet
nothingness.

One...

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