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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

2020-10-28 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Rescinded politically,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

2020-09-13 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

2020-08-19 01:37 am
Modern artist, face the mirror,
Not closet drama, faceless killers.
Lost in waves of wonder,
Are we not just slave for silver?
Target markets, water watchers,
Ask Martin Arnold:
Do cranial ridges game the system,
Worship quantum like heart of darkness?

Bonnet drama,
Common knowledge,
Copper dollars,
Collared scholar,
Blame the victim.

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Gord

2020-08-13 06:19 am
Capture paper, snapshot picture, 
Red, red, red,
All one sees is the figures.
Cannot a boy grow, 
Irrespective of now? 

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Gord

2020-06-06 10:52 am
Diablo II,
Why make me wait for games?
My fate lament, give it away,
Give it away, give it away now.
Fleas of the carpet,
People of the parking lot,
Can you not?
Trying to make something,
They stand about, puffy,
Chests golden, coffers copper,
Rusted in their velour valor,
Failing to soil of fewer flowers.

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Gord

2020-06-04 02:07 am
Bones that manage to crack,
A love forever lacking,
What one cannot foresee comes again.
Losing fights that cannot be won,
outgunned, outlasted, nor outrun.
A foot forced to shrubs,
But what of the lungs?

Lonesome, handsome fighter,
What of your gloves?
What of your sums?
Poster person, spokesman,
What of you becomes?

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Gord

2020-05-20 05:58 am
I guess I could write again,
About life: All but writing.
Perhaps mine inspire biting,
Fists to the side inspiring.

A couple stands,
A couplet stanza,
My life is not simple music,
To play on verandas,
Nightstand or castle.
Rather it's a little shrew,
His mind on what is new:
"Is it food?"

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