Short Primo Poems

First,
you need to have
something to say

Before,
figuring out
—how to say it

(Dreamsleep: April, 2021)...

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perchance
Your permittance
With some primo love
Can I say more to you
That your all I want
Everything I need
Permittance
perchance...

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I stand alone, my soul and me
beneath the mask that others see.
A pain that tears, bites and will not bend.
Only when I sleep will it all end.
Hoping to fry my brain to death
I smoke some primo crystal meth....

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For Primo Levi

it darkened more
as light shone through
and the haunting past stabbed

you felt
wept
screamed
as
silently the blind were led
'thieves' you called them
emerging from nowhere
yet everywhere
'thieves' you called them
no one
yet everyone
you felt
wept
screamed
till
finally

you left...

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Emerald seems the primo choice 
With kelly right behind.
Hunter, mint or jade might also
Be the shades you'll find.

Army, jungle and chartreuse 
Would certainly suffice.
Forest, olive, lime and spring 
Would also look quite nice.

Leaf and teal and sea and moss
And all the hues between
Will tell the world you're taking part
In wearin' o' the green....

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They craved something sweet
Something specail
A one of a kind lady deserves
Specail things for a specail lady
Madagascar vanilla for
A treat
Weather with cream or
Or with chocalate
Strawberries
Or flavor in your
Favorite sauce
Or make that 
Kuril island toast
With pound cake
Toasted hazelnuts
Whiskey and coconuts 
Kamchatka cream
and of course chocalate
Everyone will love you
Everyone will
Want more...

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Complicated but still robust.
Primo the best attitude.
Not manifested by time, 
stay put 'til senectitude.
Moments not forgotten, has graditude.

Keeps moving forward.
Different goals, dreams hoard.
Swallows pride, shirk back stabbing crowd.
Commitment unsaid, probity the ring. 
Trip, flop, drip, drop be pulled.
Feel worthless, serve like a King. 
Wont let you sink
drown deep down the sea.
Friendship not a shaking ship....

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Zum Tod der Frau meines Cousins am 17. April 2011 / The Death of my Cousin's wife, April
17th 2011/ La muerte de la mujer de mi primo en abril 17 de 2011  (Kintaishi)


Ein ausgelöschtes Leben
Die Zeit vorweg genommen
Verschwimmende Gedanken 
Wie Bilder, die verblassen


An annihilated life
Anticipated  in time
And then almost blurring thoughts
Like some fading images


Una vida aniquilada
Anticipado en tiempo 
Borrosos pensamientos
Desvaneciendo imágenes...

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I recall you, that suave cologne, your black tuxedo with red satin sash.
My taffeta, crimson ballgown that crinkled, we the outstanding duo.
At the San Francisco’s, suave Faimont Hotel’s
elelegant, primo, Valentine Bash.


Moments like these, scented with Guerlain mists, are my twinkling majie noir.
Bending me over the balcony with tender yet exciting, hot kisses.
A magical foggy San Francisco night,
If only, there were many, star-studded moe!

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