AROUND STILL (By Joseph Cavera) Walks and treads with no look back, His world under him, simply ground, Unconcerned with what it may lack, It is more opportunities, Waiting to be found …lying in wait, Still around
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rpm (rhetorical paradoxi-metaphorisis) scleras, snow white pupils, dilated. brain box, sparking incandescently. he asks the physician: ‘tell me doctor, what’s my malady?’ stares at his sloppy zig-zag manuscript and replies ‘rpm’. not comprehending, he utters, ‘excuse me?’, physician expatiates: ‘rhetorical paradoxi-metaphorisis, a rare cerebral disorder in which the forebrain “wordyfactures” weird grandiloquent and aesthetic phrases and clauses sub- consciously, using […]
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ROARING SUN (By Joseph Cavera) Endless are the days that begin again my tredging and dredging across the plains within planes through the tall grass and beyond green scenes and misty screens front the path to the distant shores Held within are the Tides so free which confide to me the planet’s raring flow while blacker waves make incredible […]
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Mammo At first, the grief was bare, an unsheathed sword, its presence sharp. But then it turned, slowly, into a faded tattoo on a hidden part of my body. I tried calling your phone last night. I don’t know what I expected, but I was scared. When I’m dripping in too much darkness, that same profound, welling of […]
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Older Days I do not like this, and I miss the older days. Back then was good. I remember so much from back then. I had gone to London (I forget now why but I do remember the important things still). I had gone to London, and I remember the mansion. There were silver and white lights draped across the […]
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I always think about you Whenever I fail to tame tears Flowing and overflowing like Nile waters– Siphoning strength from a bereft soul And chasing sleep at midnight; Leaving me restless like an insomniac… I always think about you Once I falter cheering my spirit on: To endure gnawing loneliness That humbles me to bow To silence’s sorrowful songs! […]
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UNIVERSAL PALETTE (By Joseph Cavera) Trim your palette of ink they decree Royal Amethyst choirs send thee Responses from reading notes from long ago is key Gazing out, Viridian forests house a lush of trees While behind me dances barrel-fulls of Mahogany monkeys Burnt Sienna dunes seep strong tunes for free And cobalt gears turn here by Warehouse Three […]
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A tragedy happened to Willie and Millie after years of marriage. All their kids were doing well and had nice families of their own but tragedy struck one dawn before Willie had had his morning coffee. Millie was on her third cup and Willie said Millie looked at him the wrong way and Willie asked, “What’s that look all about, Millie, what did I do now?” […]
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Early Morning, Tucson Foothills Shadows jag over rock and cactus playing tag with the rising sun, nature’s Rorschach asking me what these immense ink blots mean. This one’s the boogeyman scaring/scarring my daughter, that one’s a tarp smothering moist green fields of my youth, the one crest high a black stallion galloping away with loved ones’ years. […]
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Outsiders The Club sits in the back in the middle talks over old times it’s an amoeba that splits every once in a while pieces go off to New York or Indianapolis but always pull back together up here a few drunk poets wander in now and again but do not understand the amoeba fraternity these […]
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