Battleship 1976

...a poetry Tumblr

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I Swear True

My true Maroon Imminent Emanance; I swear Unto you True, when I build My house, And find Our bold Native Wolf, I Shall call You home.

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Dear Heaven-Father:

Bless that Now-man Matriarch, And too His wed Unto Him True Indi Go Wife Sorcer- Er, ah- Men!

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From The Size Of Each Man:

M: manner than man; L: Lashed unto lies, 2XL: I shall, I shall!

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Nosam, I Cast

From my War— Lock hand that Soon we two Am become Two into One.

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Tonight My Incantation:

Nosam, Nosam: Tonight, Tonight, This spell I cast Upon thee: As I Plunge In, And you Begin To say: No, no, The words That flow Demand: “Harder, Crueler, You have Yet to Slay me!”

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I Call Upon Sisters Three:

Stevie, Courtney, And Lady: Double Trouble Toil & Trouble: Seal him, Bind him, By all You Three— Beyond Eternity. AMEN

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Nosam, please...

Nosam, please…

Take from me my Leather; Grant to me Your lace.

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Dear Nosam:

There’s a You that Pierces Right through Me.

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I Changed My Mind About Everything

I’m canceling the projects I just announced, I cannot write those poems. I may release something this year full of poems about what I usually write about, but I cannot pretend the strange non-reality I’m awaking from is something I can lash words around. I was validated in romance and swagger that an epic romance of mine revealed a Don Juan-level villain waiting to tear my heart apart. That the…

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Dear Mason: Please Stop Making Reality Forever Broken

I get it. I cannot have you. You spent all Summer flirting with me to make a fool of me; I never saw it coming. Except I did. That you still come around to taunt me and rub my face in it is what I now find more mind-bendingly unreal than painful. You’re out of my league, and always were—that I went along with it as long as I did makes me not an emperor who wears no clothes—it makes me…

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After Sept 5 drop, 3 MORE Releases By Kwanzaa

Between December 26, 2021—January 1, 2022 I hope to release these three new concept-poetry chapbooks: A Young Lady’s Guide To Poetry And Other Witchcraft The New Doctrine And Covenants Of The Thirteenth Tribe The Parliament Of Great Price: Poems For The New Mormon Dirty

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New Poetry Chapbook Dropping September 25th

“To All The Trasnsmen I’ve Loved Before: Poems Of Sacred Confusion” …is dropping this September 25th, 2021. 48 poems are written and ready to be compiled into PDF, which should be press-ready by this Monday morning, with the first print run ready by end-of-business Wednesday. There will be an ice cream pre-release party September 24th, at Golden Hall in downtown San Diego. Copies will be…

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Remember These Poems

Spock voice: remember, Diablo Rojo and Less Here

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The Places Who We Are Today

Well, no, we are not Jews, but we Do know the same God—four letters, Mr. Quattro, Quad Fourier, Four. Yeah—way, way out there— We are the Thirteenth Tribe and where We belong is anywhere but Israel. The sun never sets on Thirteenth soil; The house of the rising sun rests upon our midnight dawn. Bullet of absolute heat and prayer cold and blue and Absolute zero—Kelvin, Kevin, Calvin,…

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Canonical Quotes: Rainer Maria Rilke

(From, “Duino Elegies”) For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror, which we can just barely endure, and we stand in awe of it as it coolly disdains to destroy us. Every angel is terrifying.

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Ripping Out Pages

Ripping out pages plucking them one by one—leaves or days—of my life, and the leaves on the tree outside are a dying generation this Winter—every Winter… And life is a prayer formed with the lips of a lifetime of slow time, of waiting to die, and the act of dying is just like saying “amen,” and I took the hymnal and I’ve been ripping out pages…

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Battle For The Author's Soul

Battle For The Author’s Soul

Last night the beatles and the beach boys battled for my eternal soul. I was sped away in a little duce coupe, but then a giant walrus in the road took me back to the ussr until, finally, david lee roth appeared with his california girls and that was that. The chords of music were strewn about my little bitty room like corpses, beats and rhythms looked up at bedside nurses with pleading…

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