Boring video
Lycia cupped the Dionysian hexagram in her buccal alter
While Ophelia danced doggie on the bad finger
And Lycia sang sweetly: 'Arr'r Grra Arrg! '
Which some understood to mean: 'I'm so free! '
But sounded more like: 'I needa smoke! '
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Image is everything - André Aga
The image lacks elegance
It is neither nice nor refined
Certainly not politically correctified
I don't even know if it's physically possible
But ya' know, with my verse, these damn poems
Sometimes
I really feel like a duck farting in water
With severe reservations regarding odour
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The Art of Now-Now-Now
Haven't seen you for a while, she
He, we look differently
Where you been?
Down, down to the razor's edge
The current runs quickly there, murmured
The pulse beats quicker
You, you… quicken mine
Mine's always been quick for
- Seize the moment
No time could be better
Relish the heady commingling of memes -
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Positive Point of View
We sat together for a while
Watching petals pass
On the warm sidewalk
It's weird, she sighed
All the ladies smile at me
She smiled
I had the impression, I dared reply
They were smiling at me
Or maybe at both of us
Are you kidding, she laughed
They smile at me
And stop smiling
When they notice you
Well now -
That's a nice compliment
I suppose
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We'll Go On
We'll go on
through the blackest night
through the urban jungle
through the darkest hour
We'll go on
with trains and buses
with minivans and private cars
with jeeps and mules
We'll go on
down to the sandy beach
down to the warm clear water
down to the deep blue ocean
We'll go on
up to the craters edge
up to the splendid promontory
up to the world's top
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Idle boats
There lie the idle boats
unattended underbellies
exposed in burning sand
paint chips boiling under an unwatered sun
There lie the idle fishermen
sodden drunk on cheap rot gut
curled in a leaf shade
bonito dreams, marlin sails
There lie the dead fish
rotting and stinking
unable to feed in the churned sea
unable to breath in black sludge
There rises the new land
shiny in high profile beams
news shores, new journey to wealth
graph mountains of increment
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The Princess Insulted
The beautificaeous Princess
dulling and uxorious
candorfed to mumpy ump
in rinnegain of his
daring drain
Still not appeased how
she bellosified intonatiously
borogoves scaldoffin
the head no less, rightly
Whence came the gribber
the winchamp swinging by
terrophized crowdzes hurling
epitaths of condored mustard
Nonetheless she blintstered
the offering, blinstered the scacrifice
scarfaced the giver's trouph
since knot appeased her haughtzes
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L.i.b.
She sends me
and verily, I had not looked for it
I'm not extremely fond of being sent
the surrender of a moment
when galaxies and microbes collide
so utterly terrifying
Yet she sends me
and honestly, it all happened unawares
below all my superlative defenses
as a single seismic shudder, a clap
of raw sentiment, making me
to my own self look utterly ridiculous
My most humble apologies
I blubber uncontrollably
Nevertheless, she's sent me
away and there is nothing to be done
but get on with it -
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The Post
The post mentioned her telepathic link being offline
Yet I received the call quite clearly.
She seemed unaware of having established a connection
Or did she feign?
Her breathing pattern suggested smoking
Then began a shuffling, a displacement of objects
Muttering
Moving she hummed and suddenly sang soprano
Loudly bemoaning a broken heart
Whose?
Searching with an inward gaze
Cast through a gritty pane - 'Sightless in Gaza'
She's singin' da blues, Emo-blues.
So then Ah! she exclaims and the line
Goes dead
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Cannabis Sativa
Renewable resource
Season of the witch
THC trough pusher dip
Stay with me on this
August is a weak month
Crop into kiln
Shriveling organically
Head down
Roots and panties up
Dealer dealing bad shit
"I gave you an extra gram man"
A morning holiday toke
Still sunshine, sparkling wind
Re-integration of no smoking pad
Crossing a couple of thresholds
I mention to myself
Out loud quite affirmative
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