Places Surreal Poems

"Messages"

Messages are delivered to us 
in the strangest of places, we resist 
like we are the longest hung revolution,
the biggest most viable important incarnation,
the loudest...

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In shot snap seconds, everything changed.
The horror was sudden -
a shatter-shower of bullets
bouncing off rock.
The picnic I'd laid so carefully
blew apart - black olives
tossed into...

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        Stopped at a red light, a motorcycle pulls up next to her 
She turns her head to...

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In the darkness
I ran into my grandmother’s room 
And clambered up into
The high, four poster bed. 

	Comforted by the
imprint of her body, 
I lay there...

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Some say
History is ugly
Some say
It didn’t happen
Some
Just don’t want to acknowledge
Some
Just want to view the art
Some
Don’t have a voice


I enter the old home
Via the back...

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I know a place where words are bent
Their meaning will never be still
When you arrive and your time is all spent
You will have arrived at...

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I have been to so many great places
To So many beautiful memories
My  sadness is all jumbled up

I have been through so many sadness'
Through so...

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Behold & beware…
green comet 
sails through
cadaverous darkness
on its journey through 
Sol’s neighborhood

Gaia’s parasites
blink at
the luminous 
icy rock
   (they are
   pummeled by...

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The phone's ringin', gettin' louder and louder,
As it gets closer to her ear.
She rolls over, tryna clear the haze,
And sees a name she ain't too...

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Every twelve years I die
Just as Saturn goes around the Sun
Every twelve years
Black Vultures circle around me

Saturn that very distance planet
pulls on the Earth energy
causing...

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The distant laughter of a child 
drifted slow from out of sight,
somewhere warm and undefiled,
over the festival lights of the night
gently flaring out bright and...

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Heal Me
The spiritual workshop will heal me
The gal has the curves
In all the right places

Make me feel better baby
Does your husband approve
Of you seeing me...

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Regged are the faces 
Drowning in waste 
Lost forgotten out of place.

Gold does not fade or decay, 
it knows no warmth or kindness
only filigreed in...

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Stumble across the threshold of memory into places I’ve known or unseen and only relived in deepest dreams…

Clutching the candle of revelation high, its silken...

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Of paper and Ink
Warriors of words written in a land
Of Blood and broken toys
Jet black things
Set ice plains and caviar
Standing long into the starry night
Eyes...

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