Long Viscid Poems

Spider’s Rigging
“I had resolved on a voyage around the world, and as the wind
on the morning of April 24, 1895 was fair, at noon I weighed
anchor, set sail, and filled away from Boston, where the...

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there flies a bird as white as life,
an ugly, peaceful dove,
 which carries darkness in its beak,
 the poem wroth with love:
 the farmer wakes at morning,
 weak with pain and ache;
there's no peace in...

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They had measured on close counts,
Before they began his dismount,
All flowers and scents were left behind,
It was only mud that came to mind,
He was a log of wood that had no use,
They were about to...

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Mahogany table varnished bright,
polished wooden floor giving a neat sight,
the room was deserted,
but for that radiant person,
who looked sitting in that framed chair,
quite endearingly handsome,
the heap of flesh lay on floor,
bones collapsed much before,
the poor...

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This tale is a human tale,
Now hear the animal wail,
That was a painter of low sorts,
Fewer fines and more of odd lots,
Diminutive and strong,
With a shaggy moustache and beard,
He formed a part of similar looking...

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You asked me to paint you a picture  
Remember?  
I laughed at the cliché but asked you what of  
And you said: Anything.  
As long as the Earth serves as the...

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“Let us cross the river and rest in the shade of trees”
Converse like gentlemen, with our bayonets at ease
We were once brothers, declaring independence for these lands 
Now we murder one another, for the right...

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Tears
(for A, I shed)

When I herd these tribes and fashion cities
With my words, you are what's missing.
                  ...

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Such piteous night, as when last I came
and felt the sorrow of this lonely game.
You entered my life not so long ago.
I let you in, so, I’m the one to blame,
and now your heart is...

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I stepped ahead,
Only to sink,
The ground was quicksand,
And up ahead marshy land,
The mire was viscid and fatal,
I was down till knees,
My hands rose up,
Looking for a grip,
I found only vacuum,
I was sinking for sure and...

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My mind is like kinetic energy

At times when my creative energy

Flows at higher frequencies

And I sense the excitement of my poetry

Grow into something I hope is inspiring

To everyone who's interested in reading

The fluctuating thoughts that...

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Nocturnal


Dismiss my harbingers of dread to flight
Banish all foes, old hallmarks of fretting, fraught, despair
I will shutter away those loathsome ghouls from sight

I will rob the keepers of the night
Those winds that circle wild in...

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I swallow the sword of silence
reading contours of curvaceous blithe
trying to understand words like life
forsaken like a child on Christmas morn
fingertips of time tiptoeing down my back
as I stare into muted mirrors of bitter black
She...

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Blue stone grovelled in mud,
wet viscid and and dirty mud,
no one knew where water poured in from,
nobody was there to stop it hence,
it had crushed the earth,
made it soft and humid,
it had drilled hole,
and widened...

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I closed this book when you left last night
                     mine colleen
    ...

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these petals unfold
like thoughts of mind
heavy as the weight they bear
this benumbed september day

in the crux beyond a seed's gather
viscid drops of crimson red
carried off by wings of time
now daffing in the cooler air

the hive...

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Destiny
Sordid, shoddy succubus
Culled consciousness
Mottled, beguiled muse
Hungry for hope
An eruption of erudition 
To be showered with praise
Cleansed pride
Chloroformed strife 

Where dreams tease unkempt hair
And eulogize tear stained verse
Sacrificed on stripped oak altars
Trembling hostages of insatiable sermons...

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