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Gord

2020-11-29 11:53 pm
Debbie downer of many outcomes,
Money protected against downturns,
Fathered from powerful maelstroms,
Freshly showered out of sleep,
What is deep? What is to and from,
Blue sea, who flowers their queen,
Without a penny, empty bellied, 
'You let them down, son'
Sour cherries, as he devours many
Let them down yourself, please,
Out of envy, twenty thousand leagues.

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Gord

2020-11-25 04:33 am
To hurt him, like ordinance, 
Without pair, like oranges,
I know the judge, stole from her,
And I showed the world,
Like porcelain, life and purpose.
Too curt of whim, by your judgement,
Like my origins, like ordinance,
I simply shoot from the hip.

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Gord

2020-11-24 05:18 am
And what is knowledge,
Seeking cage or collar,
Blue, An ocean fathered,
Or Purple, red and other;

Purple, being safe,
Circle, being safe,
Purple screaming veins,
Journal speaks of rage.
Press candles, pages,
Stress handled in stages.

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Gord

2020-11-19 01:01 am
Bindle stiff of simple things,
Fake brickwork buildings,
Frugal beginning.
Mind filled with bitterness,
Still feeling ideas stone:
Life constatant, slowly.

Hands in gauze and clovers,
One makes a river of oceans,
A farm of forests, dogs of horses.
Yet smashes up against the stone,
Dark and lonely, eyes gloss over.

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Gord

2020-11-13 07:17 am
To scratch to paper to feel,
A rat pampered can keel,
Catch as cant, caped and kneels.

To manage a brokerage well,
Manger broken, belly swells,
Change hopeful, soon quelled.

The train is gold but gone,
Pain is old game to fawns,
Again retold, they carry on.

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Gord

2020-11-12 06:34 am
He writes on reeds,
Rides on steeds,
Likely feeling.

He sees the sea,
Steels a seal,
Greets, then eats.

He wastes away,
Hastily his days,
Vast mountains sway.

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Gord

2020-11-06 12:40 am
A Fool, wreath of barbs,
Writing of films' stars,
Barns, and what lies beyond;
Tools for reaching disembarkments, 
A cool way to clean her clock,
A gun, put into a mouth,
Entire crowd in shock;
His cigar takes tocks,
Ticks boxes and lives onward.

He rewrites his ducks: swans,
Cooks his brownies blonde,
Looks at his frowning fawn,
Fuck, Fuck, Fuck,
Like drowning frogs,
A fearless John.

When he writes of life,
It's to a howling mob, 
Sexy songs, luck gaunt,
One of us, One of us, One of us,
Eteonicus lives, reeds or not.

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Gord

2020-10-28 10:14 am
Writing one hundred pages,
It turns out to be permanent makeup,
Not exactly an act of nature, 
Rather products of one's labor,
Tattooed to the skin with lasers. 

Other people, Other places
A number of changes, fables;
One's mind, the world adjacent.

Fine, just fine,
Never find time,
Why bother in the prime of life,
When eyes stretch beyond the tide.

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Gord

2020-10-21 02:05 pm
To claw and claw,
Writing of natural law,
Barracks and arches,
Scientific approaches;
To be driven ashore,
Hearing of chorus,
Fairs and archfiends.

Only death can stop me,
Friends and colleagues;
Stems, large leaves,
Cigarettes, coffee,
Footsteps and then leaps;
See my craft on screen,
See their past as I see.
Consequence on my freedom,
I feel men are not sheep.

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Gord

2020-10-20 04:08 pm
Is my life but a minor arc?
Mirror dark, a nine of hearts,
Why walk into the distant fog,
Past miles of silver boxes,
Simple props with silver foxes,
Waiting for their turn to balk.

I could write ironic of a pen who talks,
Night-time bombings, a man who moved on,
Wildlife watching.
'Will I be fed to dogs'
The pen responds:
'Terrified by conflict you write a law,
But will the dogs obey? I think not.'

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Gord

2020-10-14 04:01 pm
When you touch the water,
Do you feel it's wetness?
When you make art, do you ask,
How far is the sunset?

Like a squirrel along the fence,
I hope I never dash to the end.

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Gord

2020-10-07 08:27 am
Of dying and fighting,
Best saved for last,
Apologizing and crying,
Inside the eyelids:
Kiss my ass, my lover lives.

Wind, harvested by mills,
Jacks, coveted by Johns,
Songs built by peoples,
Hymns for the seasons.
Rescinded politically,
Not knowing what to believe in.

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Gord

2020-10-06 02:11 pm
Make a face, disappointed,
Hopefully it stays that way,
One appreciates a boys wit.

What is pain but pain,
To call a spade a spade,
Our nature trail is grey.
They say save whales,
Scream of the rape of males,
even in the face of change.

Change my name,
Change my state,
Changing shapes on the screen again.

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Gord

2020-09-23 08:19 am
Single planet of written language,
Little matters of bigger battles:
Mirror dragons, bitter captains,
Speaking lingua franca to a pier.

'They see not what is near'
Between fits of passion, screams,
Film seen backward, guarantees, 
Hears nothing but laughter.

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Gord

2020-09-22 04:26 pm
Some composers write bland forever,
Passionate sellers, mechanical components,
Bad poem after bad poem;
Best service as archers than soldiers,
Philanthropists of the moment, 
Amateur poet of farmers knowledge,
Larger wage, cannabis smoker;
Boxer of drama, reading poems and novels,
Softer and lower, he sees darkness;

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Gord

2020-09-16 02:35 am
By tribal elders,
Despite wire fences, 
Highest pleasure, 
By mine forever;

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Gord

2020-09-13 11:11 pm
Global player who creates the local cable,
Writing nomenclatures with known names,
Hoping workstations become playstations,
Whose drone planes zip along to no shame;

Teaching to make rain and thunder,
How your shame is the pain of others,
Whose praise and worship is nonsense.

Space traveler, declares his slave radical:
"No place for a sail with no waves,
No stone age for a failing sage,
Place the stones on his grave,
Then walk away."

Teaching to take pain asunder, 
How should I, seek, become a hermit,
With my star-ship lacking an AC?

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Gord

2020-09-11 05:58 am
Drinking Bowls and pitchers,
like smoking coals and timber;
If only bones could lift,
Our home, save the children,
Even buried having all gold and silver,
Can an afterlife supply of groves and vineyards?

Old and crippled, mouth of the old man dribbles,
His eyes meet to eventually form a river;
How can he romance with trombones and singers, 
When he sees and himself, groans and withers, 
Lays down again amongst the toads and lizards;
Eyes hollow and wrinkled, bathrobe, slippers,
Windows, the stones that hit them, now coal,
Used to build all the roads and bridges.

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