Short Internals Poems

I evacuate
sitting on a throne
of waste…

till something live
emerges – taking
inspiration, wherever 
it comes from…

the writer strains

filling bowls

and wastepaper baskets

inspiration navigating
internals      and beyond

I am a Literary Proctologist
claiming from recycles

deciphering bottomless spirit scents...

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Locked, the fourth floor’s doored cubical
Inside the ghosts are lined up saying ‘hi’
Never is there goodbye: no living/leavin’
Did fear entrap? Is it power of the mind?
And who is to say, within, is not Nirvana...

Long roads taken, to nothing at all...
Entangled internals that never flee...
Eternity so vast; a door shut, finite.

(9/7/20: '05 Beneteau 373; KKMI)...

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The spirit or the flesh?

They are really one-in-the-same, 
internals and externals of creation -- 

the face read-out of our
inner clockworks --  

                         to review
man, his myriad of entangled
relationships, is to begin to understand 
The Politics of Satan vs God 

We can fool the Soulless press, often 
co conspirators in illusion -- Truth
more likened to the quizzical eyes
of children~ amazed, confounded,

and then, lost.......

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     It is the happiest of times
        It is the saddest too
     It all depends on your chimes
        If they’re sunny or blue

     Tying oneself to all that’s external
        may lead to a life of reversals
     While banking only on internals
        can lead to simmering infernos

     A poet’s not a psychologist, and yet
        I believe this to be a safe bet
     Smile at the world, it’ll smile back at you
        Be patient and kind, others will too
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I am guilty
I know
I killed a spider.

A miniscule tiny aspect of life
moving about its business
in my space.

It fled right
it fled left
it jumped up
it came down.
My godly presence
was everywhere 
like a black night.

I smashed its plastic skeleton
its fluid internals popped outside.
The poor thing
just curled
and retracted
like a coil spring.

Then tears
rolled out, from my iron heart.
I thought;
Was it worth
whisking away life
to protect
this insensible fear?...

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