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I cannot because I can, and if I do I must not, so then when or what can we two echoes see or do with rays left in a night when a cloud-seam is torn already and done, do I leave you before the rain for mine and yours- a spoon and a fork? knowing that I become as anything as a sufferer shrouding how ...

Howdy beautifulloser So like others I too have googled Kaki King. A nice surprise. And a nice start with the verb, traipse. Good lines in between the content, taken out of the lines and context. “you’re a guitar never thought of.” And just to be a lyric of a song, “... I’d never let her go, if she p...

Hi Elphin and Orannguntung, Thanks, you two, for braving the cold to respond to well, let us just say, an effort. Back to the heart... that is to the drawing board. Or to the another pooom. Yes Mr. Orannguntung, this cumbersome effort is specifically about Sago. Most of the info was taken from my re...

like a tortured secret... like a long john drip dried up side down in Arkansas wind... like a nosebleed up to the rim of the bucket below... an icicle of congealed pebbles hangs over the interlaced bamboo sticks tickst icksti ckstic kstick sticks; the tip of the glacial cone drips its unction throug...

Hi Camus, Like William Carlos Williams’ Asphodel , That Greeny Flower, because of your poem, I will remember dandelions as the firece ruderal. By the way what is “a qui gon gin.” I know there is a star war character named Qui-gon Jin, but it can’t be.... help! Oh, I got it. Is it a brand name for gi...

Salutations Oskar, You know I read this poem about six times during the time it was posted but I didn’t know how to respond because well the allusions are sort of different than my experience. But its melody is mature, but still fawning at the same time. I love the 3rd stanza ... esp. “..I tell you ...

Top of the mornin’ Wabznasm, Thanks you for responding. I only posted the narrative “line” in order for some of us not to misinterpret in a direction that is going to get a concerned constable knocking on my door. Admittedly I should just take out “The Hammer,” Any suggestions? As far as the not kno...

Hi folks. After Mr. Binz’s imaginative multiple choice, I thought I should mmmm, speak up. The narrative line is N thinks he’s a jaded poet and socializes with other poets, esp. the female poetry aficionados. Through the years he has experienced that nothing works better than soul to soul, with a qu...

so I go lucky with the sway of follicle with the show & tell -something about poems turning into the color of a cut avocado left over night. (especially my guacamole) “Carlos & Albert was right, you know, so much depends upon the frame of reference between the rain & time.” she like that...

This poem does not remind me of Michael Cain talking about the creative process of humanizing
in playing the part of Alfie.

Hi Emuse

A god made her perfect as "neon puddles in the rain." Thanks for the image.

Coal Miners A brother following his brother a son following his father, nineteen men enter into the kindred ebon of earth deeper than night where a coal scuttle mauls legs, a snapped cable pops an eye, and rock dust lacerates and drowns lungs. Science and technology automate perdition, bring dull iv...

Howdy Wabznasm, I’m more of cathexis, synthesis and gestalt- school, where and when I get a gold vein like half orange of the morning sun, I kick out the uninvited guest, “ half frown,” and then I might just get the nerve enough to ask Victoria S. for a date and enjoy the weekend so I can write a po...

Hi Beautifulloser The stanza you cut, for me worked the best, although independently of everything else. "Never found a role, a great mind from a generation left to think over note of suicide, dead beat, worthlessly alone and screeching." --Nobody howls anymore. Maybe I get back to you on ...

Thank you one and all: It seems this one has critical hair in a dread-lock. And Elphin, I’ve got a hide that’ll put a rhino to shame. Is that good or bad? All kidding aside, I respect and honor those who have taken time and effort to give me their honest criticism. After all poetry is not only a sch...

“I paint my own reality. ...I paint whatever passes through my head without any other consideration.” -Fride Kahlo Frida, you’re my watermelon after a midnight siesta with the juice that must be burnt away like a sunset with black seeds riveted like a cave full of bats, then shot out of my mouth wit...

Hi Wabznasm- you know I had to dig deep, and I know that this is a blast from the past but
the image,

“half orange of the morning sun,” just made my breakfast.

-Redpond

HI Select Samaritan-- For me, a piece like this depends of whether the reader can totally believe in the protagonist. His sincerity . We are seeing everything from his eyes. You’ve got to get the reader to be 100% simpatico. One false step and does not your chain of dominos breaks? So why “Dilettant...

blood and water they say they found Ameila Earhart and Jimmy Hoffa holding hands floating down the New Orleans river. they say they found voodoo dolls and skeletons in the closet holding hands, up to their necks with mud and the blood of roses from Longe Vue Gardens, with only stuck needles bright a...

Hi Beautifulloser-- You know, you made me look up gezillig in my dictionary. gezillig noun 1 a hollow object, typically made of long hair and having the shape of a brain, that sounds a clear musical note. not to be confused with Woody Allen’s Zellig, a1983 mock documentary about a human chameleon. •...

Hello there- I’m new. If I only manage to dive head straight into the wrong swimming pool, on a wrong day when water’s not even turned on, at least I can dog paddle in my own blood. How many poets does it take to change a light bulb?. None. The light bulb doesn’t need changing. It’s the electric and...