Category: Poetry
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Too true or at least more true than we’d like ?
Too True ? Are we rain;are we sane–ishworking with ageless energy,planning to live forever,life full of regrets and sorrows,hoping for resurrection — or — at least reincarnation — or — forever with all our evil friendsin brimstone hellfire climes,dissipating in smoke, breathed onovercast, smoggy days in any fossil fuel-powered factory or man- ufacturing town in any hemisphere, North,…
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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, …
CynOp 