Category: Poetry
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Jethro Tull
Jethro Tull snorts and humming flute spits fire-laden ice waterlight-show dappled stage Dickens era clothesexpecting sackbut and lutebohemian rock post-show exit blueslocomotive breath – enragedaftermath come-down overflowed parkingtime-warped travel home – snot dripsfrom Aqualung’s nose –LE
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Stream of Consciousness
Stream of Consciousness Here, there, everywhere and nowhere – in my mind –and out, I’m thinking, dreaming, scheming – and learningto enrage everyone, perhaps even myself. I am not going to proceed with this because I’m not goingto deal in negatives – especially about myself.I leave that nitpicky shit to everyone else! I will –…
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Dappled Sunshine
Dappled Sunshine no more computer,no more work induced stressing — gone incognito mystery-bird calls thrice —hunger…danger…alone insoft dappled sunshine –LE
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Meditation Garden & Beer Bottles
Beer Bottles Meditation beer bottles and their brewswarm or cold, light or darkinviting intoxicating – expectingtextures thin and creamyin colored glass – for camouflagegreen, brown, clear, and blueall the hues of consciousnessawake or sleepingand yes,dreaming too –LE
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Enigma – Haiku – Mothman
crunching wind-devilstrewn leaves in my path —translucent cloud deck Scorpio’s sun castslong shadows, even at noon —skink does his pushups
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Stain
Stain Rah rah rh rah – rah Rah – rh rah rha – rah rah – rh rahr Singing, Tracks across the virgin Terrain with a faint inky-sweet Smell, Tubular like a miniature Obelisk, extruded smoothness is Bleeding, Balled up tongue where Life pours out, and tracking, rolls On, or In my shirt pocket when…
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What Do Incompetence Mean?
What Do Incompetence Mean? Imagination’s greater than knowledge,and – what do incompetence mean, andwhere is this touted imagination? Ultraviolet rage is glowing loud, andmediocrity is on a rampage. Originality is seldom seen; itmore often resembles hand-me-downjeans in a gray-Fifth-Avenue-wet-dream. Yet, my attempts at being genuineend in trite mediocrity – all mine. Fuck this and fuck…
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Ramblings
Ramblings I’m empty pocket blue, riding a steel rail into the murky night. Time and miles roll by as I fly through ambiguous sights. As I close my eyes to all things consider, my life’s flight from stop, go, right turn, left, and wrong, impregnates the reverse with dreams of my impending rise or demise, …
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The Daily Resurrection Blues
The Daily Resurrection Blues Waiting for the resurrection,It happens every day at five.That’s the time we come alive.For now, we just improve production. I’ve got the waiting-for-The-daily-resurrection blues. Walking dead from nine till five,Push us hard – keep the profits high.We break production records daily. I’ve got the waiting-for-The-daily-resurrection blues. Mother Earth spinning through time,Writes…
CynOp 