#c.p.harrison

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Woman of a Certain Age

“Persian” now old code

as “Bachelor” once was

  we both subliminally cringe

at history because we can

  and slide to softer subjects

like the president’s mental health

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Very Fwd.

Dearly beloved

We are gathered here today

To get through this thistle called lifetime

Electric workhouse lifetime

It measures forever and that's a mile-long timetable

But I'm here to tell you

There's something else

The afterthought…

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Nobody (A Poem)

Miss Housekeeping

    lips are too big

Miss Piggy

    disgusting animal slob

Nice tits, no brains,

    bimbo , dog

blood coming out of her, fat pig she

    got schlonged

  I'd look her right in that fat, ugly

face of hers and say,

"There's nobody that has more respect for women than I do!”

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Coming in 2018

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my crazy    by  c.p.harrison

was never beautiful romantic or exciting poetic

 closer to deranged

                          an unkind migrainic, moronic miss-shot

of

 me waiting for the elementary school bus

 at 33, in the middle of the desert

 and thinking

 it was the sea

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An Open Letter to Don (aka [behind his back] as Khaki McJargon)

Hey Manager, I noticed

You don’t whistle any more.

  On one hand

I’m sorry if you’re sad

  On the other

You don’t whistle any more

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Texas Means “Friendship” (I saw 2 different gun shaped ‘infidel’ stickers on 2 different trucks on 2 different days)

A tv in every tv

3 men for every moon

I been workin’ on the railroad

nicked for every tune

 A street for every steeple

A disease for every med

And the queen of every dairy knows the words

“Come Take My Tread!”

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King Tut Had a Dagger That Literally Fell From Space

It’s the funeral for the sun and we all wear pink

The pageant begins with a chorus of “my life more colorful and meaningful”

  Atlas in a hundred pieces, is on his phone

And attempts to assemble a pattern of restorative justice

  Eros and Psyche scroll down and swipe left

waiting for the conclusion of the classical tradition

being clung to by Jove, ever the Libra, initialing his will without end

  The Rector rounds the bases to the faces reflecting Narcissus

in careful consideration of Caravaggio’s palette

  and waving a mallet with a “I’m out of order? YOU’RE out of order!”

seemingly putting it all on the lie

  as the Professor & Mary Anne, ask Sirhan Sirhan to recite

the 20 easy, & practical gifts of appreciation for the dead

  of night.