Long Comas Poems

Clams on parade go salty down
Slip into comas in throats of oceans              
Land on floor beds blanketed in mud
In love with the...

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Every day the news by best jailor
Since my hours run fast through the sweat
To put comas in the bills every month
And fill the never full belly engine
In the midst of the crowd they said
That’s why...

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3:33 am and my eyes feel the same open as they do closed

(I wonder if this is how she felt?)

Front teeth smother
Bottom lip,
(Except when I cough)


Stress stains my cognition.
Red drips and green strokes.
Acid spots
burning through
Solar...

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Only the disturbing wings of the fly
Hissing at the corners of the gravy room
Who died still a puzzle
Straight heads would pass for a lecture room
Black robed in a modern market square
High benched listen ready to...

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All around the trees are swaying and shaking,
But I can’t feel the cold I know I should.
The wind is howling and screaming,
But I cannot hear it at all.

The snow is falling in a fast and...

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Clams on parade go salty down

Slip into comas oceans

Before the waves come in as awkward

Shells crash on rocks awakening

Before the dawn they are alarmed


Drink in the moments fathomed

Investigate the currents of their ways

Those familiar with...

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Sleep was always Snoozer's best friend
Come morning, he had the shades down,
to keep the sunlight from pouring in
Waking up and getting out of bed
was always a chore to him
Then having to go to work,
man, the...

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Cobblestones hold silent steps on damp reflections
Boots echo soft with lightning strikes ahead
A hidden knife in jacket comes to life  
Still pillowed under fog to crack the night wide open
Gray silhouettes set into dim...

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How do I pen a cliche’
so it isn’t the cliche’, 
but the reality.

My skin has soft little wrinkles
that look like ripples on water. 
Yesterday it didn’t.

When did I start needing naps,
that have now become mini...

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A sentence short
or one that's length we cannot comprehend
my usual words a well known friend
does the shape end on the final word
or jut into a pictured absurd
S paces break  the rhythm
commmon commas out of...

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Take these pills three times a day.
Not crazy for regular people.
Who aren’t held hostage 
Or in comas by pills.

Crazy for me.
And I suspected it.
So I did something I had never done.
I pressed pharmacy consultation 
Before...

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GOOSEBERRIES AND SHARP CREASES

The plumpest, juiciest, hairiest gooseberries
My grandfather grew in a circular bed,
Dead centre of the immaculate lawn.
And blackcurrants under netting,
And a Victoria plum tree in the far corner.
He taught me to hitch up...

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Eyes sparkling wide with faces alive;
Joyous energy the mornings vibe;
Smiles glisten like tinsel on the tree,
Voices ring out so excitedly; 

Feet dancing the Sugar Plum Fairy;
Hands grip tight, their stockings they carry;
Patience is hard, but...

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Cut the chedder
World wide boom and bust
Economic cycles derived
From circadian rhythms
Making a corroded artery plunge
Into diabetic, catatonic comas

Companies that mine hormones
Sparkling that appetite reservoir
Congress will fund the model
Subsidies to the dirt and cheese
Feed lot arranged...

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If i am in a position to hold the candle, 

Then light the candle, 

If the edge of chair no more romantic then, 

A thriller then explain the foot work, 
Time elapse then let be...

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Rote an esay
Cheked IT twise
Lot's a' mistakes
Graide not so nice...

I yused comas
Perfetley placed paws
"2 much incoheeseivenes"
I cant, brake up a, claws

Yused fulstops.
not tolong a .sentense
But teecher. was furryous
Marked down with a venjance

Did exclamashons!
Sumtimes .3 @...

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You go on ahead
To your unmade bed.
Take a saintly nap;
Comfortably wrap
Yourself in blankets—
It is night, isn't it?
The day has ended,
Amends amended,
Because apologies
Are ideologies:—
Merely strange dogmas
Of those in comas—
They demand no following.
They are grossly wallowing
In mud...

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Stretched t-shirt, chains, a mournful tune,
wide smiling guy, a book unsewn,
light hands, light hand, a happy ending,
few hearty words, heaven's wide champaign,
black and white cat and vivid dreams
in which I'm scared and guy's obscene,
this spring...

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