Category: Albany Poets
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IN THE ABSENCE OF LIGHTS Dark-mirrored hallways A dim precision march Here we have tread before Without fear/Well measured Pagan desires and objective Study. Pavlov’s dog is still Breathing, his cigarette falls To the floor and he dances like a manic animal. Lost in the headlights, accidents shall occur once more. There are no excuses…
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GHOST OF MY TOOTH From bone to blood to grave.The tongues of women in countless waves,Ripped from socket, torn from safe Inside. Survivor of fights & broken pieces, wordsPronounced and apologies given, Pliers Ripped from socket, torn from safe Inside. Pain is passing, mortality as well. I intern you to a place Upon my shelf.…
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THE ENEMY OF MY ENEMYIS YOUR GOD MY FRIEND Oh Dear GodOh see how they bleedOh Dear God, my Lord. Oh Dear GodOh see how they pleadOh Dear God, my Lord. My Lord;Who we wait forScream forOn the battlefieldsOf every war Antagonist. Protagonist. Oh thy Lord, You uponOur side Their side. No questionsNo explanations AskedOr…
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WALT WHITMAN IS DEAD Where are you now? Uncle? Poet? Walt? Old man, child of the Long Island Free verse son of America, Teacher & government work-man? “Human – Being” Citizen Man… Mind of the spirit Spirit, in the flesh Where have you gone? Disappeared Now a ghost Among the leaves, The rest. Uncle, I…
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IN THE CHURCH OFCOFFEE AND SMOKES “And now, Let us all pray” Ex-hale. Does anybodyHave a cigarette? Let’s all talk about your day, Light up simultaneously. Oh Lord,I need more sugarIn my coffee And not that artificial Crap Confession; One on one,Let’s all talk aboutAll of your sins, Smiling. No hail Mary’s, no regretsFor our…
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The Aesthetics Of Anger When said the moon to the stars in the skyA small boy was born upon the day his mother diedUpon his 30th day did also riseAn only son in September. And when he was young and death did followHim like a bird and left him hollowAt five & twelve & 13…
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THE RAIN POETS It seems that all the rain poets Are weeping again tonight, In words, that rain down In buckets. The living, once more pretending To be the dead, the waiting and Wanting of it, just above their heads Like false prophets. The art of Voices & rants As all of the dark clouds…
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Ruthless Gravity Tonight on television there is an actor talking about his battle with drug addiction, sex addiction and life. You would think that by the way the host is interviewing him that he is wise & worldly, an ancient sage from his battle with the curse of “celebrity” And there are a billion lights…
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M A S K S Our true identity is often hidden behind the masks we wear. Masks contain complete social schemas. Others look at the mask and understand what it represents and know what mask to wear themselves. Like a formal ball, the masks thus dance with one another with our selves safely concealed beneath.…
