Memory Lapse

 

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Memory Lapse

Inevitability on the edge of reality.

Somewhere at the intersection of duality.

It was the year that leaped over

a nest of cuckoo’s.

Tic Tok goes the clock.

The journey is non-stop.

Time is the loop.

The speed of light is the duration

relative to universal expectation.

Days become a time lapse of the Picasso.

Nights become a blink of an eye.

Glimpse into the unthinkable

as a rubber band of expansion retracts.

On the outskirts of dimension

the way is continuously milky

dipping into the hour of zero.

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This poem was inspired by time relative to age.  When I was younger I thought the days would never end.  The nights would last forever.  The older I get the shorter the season.  Days feel as automated as a breathe of air.  The nights vanish into sunrise. 

 

Urban Ascetic

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Urban Ascetic

A soul close to heartbreak.

Vice pandering on the MLK.  (Martin Luther King Expressway)

Economic Reasons.

40 oz to the heathens.

Sun beats down as he paces.

Down and out leathered faces.

Cardboard billboards advertise the story, “I ain’t good

lookin enough to be a stripper”.

The slogan worked.

He’s found a big tipper.

One dollar bill.

One drink on federal hill.

One moment of even keel.

Hard times in the city of charm.

Everyone is up in arms.

A gun shot blazes.

Everyone scatters.

A child yells at the top of her lungs,

“All lives matter”.

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The Emergence

The Emergence

A foul emissary relishes
the opportunity to throw
an explosive apparatus
in the vicinity of an
army of sea cucumbers.
The committee of cephalids appoints
an enlightened maniac to take the case.
The culprit is quite the slippery nipple.
The hunt begins.
The investigation is ongoing.
The search for tomorrows in the realm of pickles.

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Dreamscape

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Original Art Credit: Denise D Art Everyday

Ride the wave

into the isle of duality.

Where man creates

an alternate reality.

Agaricus Bisporus (Mushroom)

based dreams

affect the atmosphere

of canvass.

Psychedelic recluse’s

garlic induced energy

clouds – project stunning

visuals.

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The Big Queef

The Big Queef

A wind gust
blows against my balls.
The smell, is where
the trouble started.
I realized she had just farted.

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The Red Maple

 

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A grand maple tree
stands in the midst of a concrete jungle
Cigarettes to burn
as the world turns
Martinis consumed in the elegance
As well rounded philanthropists
are caught up in the element
Level of intoxicity reached
Current events transition into the irrelevant
Overnight
The DJ spins trance
Spirits blossom in the dance

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The Red Maple night club has closed and in the grand finale I stood with the tree.  I closed my eyes while holding the limbs and found a deep meditation.  This tree has heard many of the nights whispers. It has seen young lovers kiss, heard secrets and kept them in the shadows, and watched over the patrons of this fine establishment since its conception.  It was an honor to dance for you…stand with you…let the druid speak as the winds gush.  You are loved.

 

 

Happy Umbilical Cord Release Day

 

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I was a fetus once

Polaroids

In a 1980’s shoe box

Proof of infancy

A remembrance

Units of parental guidance

Have provided refreshments

As the light is dimmed

Wax-lit-wicks

On top of a moist Betty Crocker

The seance begins

Nursery rhymes

Endorsing happiness

Someone cut the cord on this shindig

I think I’m going to need a drink.

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Birthday repost (It is my birthday and I’ll repost if I want to)