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Glenn McCrary, 1 february 2012

Yellow Stone

Tangerine hues
pour from a yellow stone
resting at base of an
ozone layer---
simulating beauty
the highest rarity
A pacifying desire
beats across knees
dissolving into
puddles of hunger

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Glenn McCrary, 11 june 2012

Makita II: Black Moans

Hazel mirrors glisten

In pages of tribulation

Taciturn apparitions moan

Designing rueful brands of sin

Upon the shaken sands she weaves

As she is forsaken

To drink of harrowing memories

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Glenn McCrary, 19 june 2012

Makita IX: Theatrical Nightmares

From the silent lips
That birthed the nightmare
‘twas heard round the universe
The infamous speech ‘tis dusk
Fabricated insomnia’s silhouette
the hands of time living
In naked draughts of infancy
adorning the skylines
With theatrical chases
Fostering handsome fairings

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Glenn McCrary, 30 june 2012

Makita XVI: Pornographic Sucker Punch

The beat that composes
Summer’s zealous speech
Employed my bones with jubilees
A quaint taste laced
with pornographic oaths
Of which I abstain from forsaking
As in her caress I descend

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Glenn McCrary, 16 february 2012

A Theater Of Skin

Foxy pumps

Visually inviting

Stimulus

Leather jeans

Objectively elevating

Yield

Indie jazz

Naturally circuits

Relish

Vivid suspense

Intellectually appeasing

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Glenn McCrary, 21 may 2012

Virgin Leaves

The eloquent foundation of a treaty evolved
Luck danced within the fabric that was our skin
Virgins we were to such tasteful artistry
Senses sharpening with each candid discovery

Phosphorescent rivulets blandished our bones
Displaying bravuras of a sensory love
By the vines of felicity we were skeined

A bed of our locks sleet had designed
Fleet each word had become razed
Illustrating wicked fallacies

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Glenn McCrary, 2 march 2012

†4†

linear constellations
publish prophecies
bereft of precision
birthing brand new eyes
like boomerangs they oscillate
across nimble currents
though once momentum surmounted
factualism had begun to trickle

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Glenn McCrary, 17 june 2012

Makita VI: The Focus

Focusing upon a lantern of thirst
she ate of catastrophes
and quaffed of black karma
cast by fiction in sleaze
camaraderie non existent
though through the holocaust
erect she stood

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Glenn McCrary, 13 march 2012

Violet Vistas

Collages diffuse vanilla vistas
such effulgence waltzing to violet tempos
though the forestalling of waterfalls
evolves into a gargantuan war
weapons whistle from the mountains
beatitudes of mirth shan’t ever be eradicated

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Glenn McCrary, 13 march 2012

Nx°

Cumulus clouds skate along the troposphere
ivory braids of cotton drifting in their wake
vermillion swans infuse as pristine lips
take the shape of minutes
as we mount the pillars of time

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Glenn McCrary, 22 december 2012

A.M. Escape Art

The A.M. has happened upon us yet again
Sunlight ascending; spreading poems
Humans walking, working, speaking
In tones that illustrate such elaborate effects
Often considered a form of the art of escapism
Dreamers, thinkers, doers, poets,
Artists, ballerinas, actors, singers,
All masters of escape art
With every venue they inhabit
New shapes are concocted
Each day, each task, is a performance
Although exists not an audience
Seemingly because we escape
Opinions matters not to us
Hell, I just escaped for the moment
Would you like to escape with me too?

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Glenn McCrary, 7 february 2012

From Across The Bar

A warm front beseeched her
Sweet vocals of glittering jazz
I fell into the intricacies of riddles
Chasing the pavement of cultures
Upon her breath.
Had our tongues even met?
A memory impossible to worship
The echoes of dragon fire
searing at the base
of my tonsils
A sea surfing current of hurt,
yet a pleasurable hurt
an enjoyable suffering

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Glenn McCrary, 4 february 2012

Oblique

A golden fortune
lingers along the patterns
of my palm; a opiate suave
the mere touch; a picturesque
symbolic of greed and dishonor
thousands of lips taste
swiped corporate rhinestones

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Glenn McCrary, 3 february 2012

SOPA

Malignant, an echo of
calamity
penetrates the aura
of American freedom
as humanity
asphyxiates
an arsenal
of political fascism
shape shifting
into beads
branded by mercury
abomination

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Glenn McCrary, 19 august 2012

The Murder Diaries III

Raspy, sexified tones began tightening
Like nooses around my throat
A trail of corpses appeared nonexistent
To millions of natural eyes
Catastrophically I was yet another victim
In the pages of murder that she had composed
She must be found…

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Glenn McCrary, 4 february 2012

Medieval Science Presents

A pocketbook of grins
deprived of rightful glory,
passion, and peace
unionized candles
like smeared lip stick
upon subconscious intellect
layered with finite faces

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Glenn McCrary, 18 june 2012

Makita VIII: Red Holocaust

‘Tis often the flesh upon each cheek
is chased dour, yet sultry memories
As the years aged much of nothing
Had haunted these bones
unknown, unsuspected
Hollow screams were published
By the bedsteads of the red holocaust
Clouds laced with fear
Foreseen ‘twas a fiasco

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Glenn McCrary, 20 july 2012

Red Sense

How thick and blunt is the eclipse tonight!
How thick and blunt and deathly black
Are the slanted bones of the eclipse!