Reverse Engineering Terrorist Attack

Dixie crowded barges
floating flotilla carnival
tight-roped trail rider
gets on with his smoke

Down river white trash from Texas
Lantern ladened wagon
Sleepy dog-faced patrons
Go direct to the heat of Dallas

They get tickled drunk
and someone owns an idea --
but some fella in a corner
thinks it's his mission.

he makes a bunch of
suicide videos
and writes a series of
last notes

he checks in to
last chance resort motel
and makes booty calls
hires an escort infidel

A deadly mixture
a mutt from Texas
Arms go left, feet go right,
Body don't look just right,

finds two Volunteers from Tennessee,
Out of the North
Out of the Night
Poor boy goin' lose his life.


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Whiskey, Wimmen and Whisker Burns

(An Old Song Gone Bad)

Scotch and soda
Mud in your eye
Baby do I feel high
oh me, oh my ...

That next town seems
so outta reach
just outta reach

Dat' woman g'wan kill de family
to get her way ...
She sell her soul cheap
Oh me, oh my ...

Dry Martini
jigger of Gin
Oh, what a spell
they got me in
Oh my ...
... Do I feel high.

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Visitors and Brain Industries

Elongated cranium
fashion from
Sirius B and A,
Potolo Ama,
and Dogons,
knew it --
"Star Knowledge"
nomenclature
told through oral culture.

Artisans -- split apart hybrids ...

Catalogers left to hash it out ...

Sirius B -- how far away is that?

Zuni -- 1200 BC
Egypt is at bat

Dogon Spacemen
visitors, Sky People
Keepers of Space

Cachinas:
Dance each year
in full head dress
in costumes to re-enact
coming of Space gods
and elongated cranius
That's a fact!

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Hotel Chelsea

Meetin' Maggie at the Hotel Chelsea
Will the door man
diffuse the situation

Waiting waiting waiting by the gate
to hear the voice of coma

The gate is a trap door
friends are measured like teeth

Gates separated by long walkway
ramps to run rapid transit

Quietly quickly to pedestrian heart beat
... to connecting flights

Funny looking feet
At Chelsea Hotel ...
... we're gonna' meet!



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Humanism

by Pat Darnell

Like trying to sell
life insurance to
a Muslim

O r to collect long term healthcare
stipends from Hindi's

as if under cloak
covering dimensions
of space and time
...  innuendos
Where is the joy?

Where children are born
and leavened to humankind
to be treated rough
in rites of passage
meant to set them apart
as what ... warriors?

this nightmare
feeds terror
surmounts to blood terror
and terror of death
feeding terror again ...

Many that will shorten
their already short lives

and choose very differently
from their fathers' lifestyles

regard other lifestyles
other than
trodden paths
of descendants past

of rivaling fathers
those who are
rodding their child
to be canon fodder

A basic question
put before Protestant Hedonists
and profiling Humanists

Who are you who were commanded
to love God the Father
and to encourage one another
Until His return?




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Florida, Orlando

Bocce ball
Blue crab not moving
4 candles --
2 South, 2 West,
on a linen blouse
a lock of hair ...

Still life on a curb
Orlando, florida

A disturbance call
somewhere down yonder

Did ya hear the call?
Reckon we'll be smart
and git on down there ...
with no real Where to start.

Maybe muster our minds
Could have been passion
could have been economy of direct action
Probably just eviction ...

Yes, passion, I suspect
luster now gone, nonetheless
festooned , yes
and garland of confess
could be passions last request
and these left clues
on Orlando's curb
Bocce ball and all.



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Sore Nation

by Pat Darnell

You cried to our hearts
You thought for us
 ... not we listened

Look about us now
You say, I have laid out
your lives in reason.

Built
Repair
Guilt
Despair

Control re-entry
You cried to our minds
Chosen minds focussed
instilled Revival from rind
you fortified and buttressed
... Reviled death
... Sought fitness
and strengthened in spirit
Deliverance in abundance
Disinterment, decisioness,
You sore nation, our fortress.


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Staying Naive is Best for all

by Pat Darnell

love is this stream
rippling on thighs
Spring water rushing by
my hand around
your torso
in gentle hug
bathing, listening
looking through trees
for love --

love for you, this inlet,
is this stream
where we lie
with ripples all about
pushing your thighs

love is not occupation
boots nor dust, but
younger stronger
deserving and robust.



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Hurley-burly

I am the sacred absent
I am a chill down your spine
I vow trust, and love,
But torrents, tears, are mine

To give away and reset
to fall away and beget
to miss out on evenings yet
bend toil all night in regret

long suffer'g spider weaves her net
works at night, her I should forget
that moment when I was present, yet
victim in rising water, with tetra ...
[... glowing all around me]

I would drown that night
If I did not love you
shed instead my shaking ...
Shakiness that you always hate

I sent a message late
and a text too early
and the morning was met
with quiet hurley-burly


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Owl

by Pat Darnell

Almost hidden to bet
but not good enough
for my sharp eyes
and circumnavigate neck
my vigil gaze
sharp end fluttering wings
send chills down their necks
and wake them in darkest haze.


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And the Fat Man Wrote

by Pat Darnell

All that's left
for some to see
is windmills
and lighthouses
and animal menageries

In the sixties
a fella was shiftless
and way to smart ...
Midwesterner sort ...

To let his what if's
go into so what's
Soon produced his bachelors
in philo of fine Arts.


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Grand Traditions

Careful how you
rewrite the grand traditions
or , How to not rewrite --
and be all big-legged;

Don't topple
the chicken cart?

Go land your cart
and catch instead
a mess of mud bugs

Just how it's done
we get it on
you kno'
Jus' go on and on and on.

Say: Hi Jane
Say: Hygiene

Say: Chicken, laddy,
Say: Craw-daddy!

a triumph ...
or et un trionfo' ..?


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Demi, the Life Changer

Pre-approved
Junkily
Corruptible passage,
Others joined in
With prevalent sin
we all turned
away from God
But Demi found us
in the end, at the path
of trodden wrath

Demi, the Life Changer,

She'd return for me
when it's time

All I had asked
is where's my daughter?

... followed then all this free verse
under bentwood chairs
over expressed on oak desk
to delight of rest

I headed into the wind
Southerly to a heading
not marked as unknown.
Only as a son born
to find his daughters and sons.

I finally slept it seems,
as Demi, the life changer, crept
back into my slumbering dreams.

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Gimme a Line, Kid of Mine

START:

... the worm knows
about wormholes

everything that ...
is to know ...

[ ... ]

"So, I don't know
I'd love to do that
but I can't think of
' a-n-y-t-h-i-n-g '
Right Now -- Dad."


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The Generalist Might say:

Generalist

One cannon ball
changes the way
things are.



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Poetry Geist

by Pat Darnell

Tell the water
to be still
Call the clouds
if you will
Tell light
to sit tight,
Tell time
to stop ...
... on a dime

Tell those
who pray
to call it a day

When you feel ignored
Don't blame the Lord

Doesn't sound cricket
worms with rickets
on a pitch field of dreams
Being so thick, it
sullies the stream.


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