Short Preternatural Poems

WITHOUT COLOUR OR ODOUR

When sun sunk deep
Preternatural echoes
Prick mind
Legs float on still waters
Life move along
Without colour or odour................

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sometimes
i think i walk around
with these angel wings

sprouting from my back

strutting proudly
as if 
everyone
has 

the preternatural
eyeballs
to see 

my wings

but 
i know nobody 
sees
these things

so i fly
solo...

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Peremptorily prone to perfunctory  purposeful  passionate pugnacious problematic preternatural preconceived pyrrhic perceptions predominantly pertaining to Peruvian parakeets pallid people partisan politics packed places and polished purple poodles....

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Love destroys what sex begins,
 as playgrounds and schoolyards 
 hide the true nature of the King

Innocence bleeding,
 within the deep warm incision 
 of a preternatural beginning

(West Philadelphia: October, 1972)
'From An Anthology Of Perception Vol. #1'
??...

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Sometimes 
I write poems about
 Wine and other essential
 Molehills of Life at 
4 AM when 
Bacchus is still awake
Conniving in 
Sheer revelry at the
 Mere notion he invented
Satyrs and other
Preternatural nymphs.
Speaking of nymphs, I relish the whim that at 
4:10 AM or thereabouts, if I rush outside into the
 Oozing Black Syrup, I might brush against one,
Intentionally....

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Preternatural beauty dense and thickly lush 
elegantly displayed requiring very little gush 
A terrarium bottle garden in a growing rush
staving deep with vibrancy and gentle hush; 
A wardian case of coruscating light, forever plush 
inside a menagerie of green plants falling afresh 
the intransigent resilience of this herbal flesh 
is both, a healing balm and a lovely garden bush....

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sitting in an old run down
barn
dreaming 
of the day 
upon waking that the animals
will be non-rabid
towards me
they  do not 
sit with teeth bared
they moved with the precision
of the preternatural
ability
that makes me calm
i move like a 90 year old man
with all the knowldge
but with hands 
that 
boast fingers which
simutaneously
make
a floor clean
and 
a whore scream...

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powerful piece de resistance
precise, provocative, posturing 
providing plebian pleasure

Statuesque as an Amazon woman,
Platinum or pewter? She perseveres 
Prodigious? Preternatural and pivotal

Regal, brilliant, a spiritualistic luster
She sparkles with pure effervescence,
glistens with a gloriousness unknown by most

I follow her pooling petticoat into the 
outer limits of my poetic imagination, 
expecting nothing less than perfection....

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