who flies the flag at half mast

for those cast aside as disposable trash?

pawn people in riot gear

quivering in bomb shelters

with their helmet heads

between the knees,

mumbling salvation pleas

from trembling lips.

oligarch puppets 

and island class play-things,

thrown into the deep-end 

on the front line

in the queue for slaughter.

flesh and bone c...

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Among the stumbling puffs of bar-smoke

and the thick twang of guitar licks,

a serpent-charmer fingers nylon tightropes 

each note transcendent, a step across suspension.

Under his spell,

sound does not fall.

it levitates.

A polyphiloprogenitive poet

breeding love into cosmically native language,

waves launch pages into uncharted spaces,

star-shot syllables l...

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No ill intent 

No self control 

 Just a dog with a bone

 Looking for a hole

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if you're a bird, I'll be your worm

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beatnik interrogation seeking meaning in motorcycle metaphors 

licking his lips as he professes his two-wheeled infatuation revelation. 

multi-choice question

a) poet 

b) song & dance man

multi-layered answers 

     are too esoteric for the thin pencil men 

who expect black & white answers to their prods into creative endeavors.

departmentalising art by genr...

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rising off the table

ether fumes 

mute yesterday's voice 

giving birth to the future's tongue

rejoice 

rejoice 

for a poetic cunnilingus king is born in bedlam. 

southern cross hanging 

above the cradle of mankind 

shining brighter than pit of kimberlite mines

hollow space inflated 

breathing life into language's diaphragm.

preaching poetic...

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