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over there..>
lost time leaking away
collapse not into temptation
grant me/us peaceful solitude
deliver us/me from erratum
inert/confined/lost
entangled in a weary knot
buried in dusty debris
suffocated by icy cobwebs
burned & frozen
begging for deliverance
longing for liberation
yearning to be untangled
thunder over water
deliverance?
lost life leaking into the past
<..over here
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No Exit
musicians hide behind scarring sounds
beyond madness
beyond folly
beyond Somewhere Everywhere
dance with delirious determination
through fragments of melodious folly
dissonant dulcimers declare
repetitive chords
within punctuated digital drones
repetitive beyond vibration
vibrating beyond repetition
percussive rituals vibrate
beyond inflated vaudevillians
mutating into
mad cacophonous comedic collisions
rituals beyond vibrating cacophony
rituals behind chaotic vibrations
deranged vibraphones
denounce
fragments of repetitive visions
mindful of mindless
Exits
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wispy green tendrils
flicker & frolic
in sunny
capricious breezes
a brief glimpse of peace
a brief glimpse of harmony
a brief glimpse of life...
beyond
a
suffocating
cavernous
c
a
g
e
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The wobbling droplets are quite happy.
Full of joy and not too shabby,
I hear them laugh.
They are promptly quaffed.
:-)~:~:~ooo~:~:~(-:
I give my wobbling droplets a shake,
and laugh until my head breaks.
They happily orbit the Earth,
looking down on us with mirth.
o/o\o|~~?~~|o/o\o
The wobbling droplets are enchanting
but they will not interfere with my ranting.
For I have more poems to eject,
that many will not hesitate to reject.
***o--!--o***
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we are actors
arguing in
plotless movies
performing within
disconnected realities
muddling through
absurd battles
hoping for
direction
striving to
make sense
of our roles
in a
cosmic
Cinema
of the
Absurd
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*~)~*
dwarf stars
dance on
angelic
heads
--(--
:
((-o!* ))-< >-(( *!o-)
beyond }{ dnoyeb
above < > evoba
(mindless merciless movement
moving merciful mind)
…>-((!!...
sailing on solar wind
walking on lunar souls
…!!))-<…
erasing ironic eons
egesting iconic ions
(flowing ~ crying ~ sighing)
/>__<\ *0* \<___>/
dark space going
space going dark
spaceless ~ timeless
isless
is
less
…
there you I me
:
frozen ghosts
((((((:::))))))
ghostly frost
~|~|~*(---)*~|~|~|
<:::::> winternocturne :….:
:….: enrutconretniw <:::::>
\\*!*//
!))i*c*e((!
galactic ruins
cosmic runes
…
me I you where
:
--(--
headless
angels
dance on
dwarf stars
*~)~*
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We are in
the breeze
with trees possible
off the flying lake
look for orange cone
wearing silver mask
in front of the office
in back of the park
No back-to-back
or front-to-back
conversations
on old rocky route
where roots are not masked
Dogs wearing masks
are welcome
Humans need to be
on leashes
Rain policy
will be localized
at the park
You can just
show up on
a deconstructing
road to nowhere
Road to hell does not show
up on Google Maps
Easy Rated Go
for Beginners
Distance: 3.23589 light miles
Call me when you arrive
Call me if you don't arrive
Directions:
Go east
0.8 miles
turn when you
see the squirrel
drive off the cliff
fall 0.3 miles
land upside down
on the rocky parkway
turn west
crawl 0.2 miles
swim in creek
pet the alligator
and snake
Go 1/250th of a mile to
parking entrance
to your left
on your right
To the left is an orange
-00000 mile marker trail loop
To the right is a
silver gentle tree man
Bring your own
porta john
& newspaper
All welcome
in the Road
go two minutes
follow the Jaguar
chasing the dinosaur
Play baseball on the Floating Lake
Give away tickets to hunger games
hike in bathrooms in lake's center
Conversions permitted on gravel
Conversations will unravel
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Dogmatic deconstructionists
declaim
the Dogs of Doggerel
during the
Dog Days of Delusion
Deluded destroyers
deliver
the Dogfights of Doggerel
during the
Dog Dances of Derision
Derisive decoys
denounce
the Doghouses of Doggerel
during the
Dog Dreams of Deception
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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
shocking storms
& plagued with stormy
delusions)
It’s official:
humankind is
on the glowing rocks
(obviously a major malfunction)
dodging more shoes
dropping like conspiring flies
out of a corrosive sky
caught between interstellar cigars
& hard places
as the gods play dice
with entangled eons
Aargh & Yikes!
rumbles a horrified poet
seeking & evading
The Good, The Bad &
The Ultimate
in celestial entrails
within fields of nightmares
blindsided by
diseased deities
bearing apocalyptic gifts
blinded by
tormenting tardigrades
waiting for the last laugh
Indeed
it is exhausting
to escape event horizons
& evade Martian ironists
posing as poisoned
dust devils
howling coldly
growling boldy
Where No Pen has Gone Before
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Calamities…
assaulted by the Memorial Day tsunami
drowned victims & floating cars--
appendix detonates during the Season of Hell
haplessly hospitalized in the UT-Austin medical zoo
Delusion of progress…
recovering in the mobile home
plodding through texts of
postmodern pointlessness--
overcome with visions of nuclear annihilation
Life is a plunge…
sensory overload & self-deconstruction--
reading "One Hundred Years of Solitude"
pondering Camus’ only philosophical question
does Jung have the answer?
Re-entry into the (ir)real world…
Labor Day blues & academic angst
surrounded by yi(u)ppies--
mesmerized by Eastern philosophy
crushed by existential dread
The Being & Nothingness of Texas...
The Longhorns won/lost The Game
primal braying & primitive reveling
avoiding the orange phallic madness
evading beer bottles hurled by frat boys
Monstrous cockroaches inherit the Earth…
discombobulated by the sadistic heat
I ram my fist into a case of Lone Star
“The horror, the horror” as Kurtz opined
can I still resurrect myself?
Five packed together in one car…
a circuitous journey to South Padre Island
silent white sand & red star suspended over the Gulf
hypnotic waves & harsh words in the condo
the Odyssey is (in)complete(d)
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