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poetry composed in perfect silence for which there are no noise canceling headphones, a coachable prevent defense, protecting my inner ears from hearing words forced to the surface, loudly spoken, up floating to the mind's enraging waters admixed in the high definition disquiet of imperfect silence frag grenades, IED's detonate, nicknames for the brain's multi-voices, all argue raucous, unafraid of exposure, over~shouting to be heard, freely secure in the silent privacy of mine owned internecine slaughterhouse but what I write down, is mine to keep... *my home is an isle, an atom of Earth split by a broad freshwater river land spits on Google earth can be witnessed, seen plotting, injecting themselves into my two~sided, belly~soft unprotected riversides, forming bays and coves, hiding places for crafty human devices* my poor mind is my river, mind the sailing craft called poetry, a ketch to keep afloat, while avoiding the backwash wakes of larger enemy ships of state, those who gladly drown me for pleasure
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May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 4:13 PM UTC
Third Poem: Poetry Written in Imperfect Silence
poetry composed in perfect silence for which there are no noise canceling headphones, a coachable prevent defense, protecting my inner ears from hearing words forced to the surface, loudly spoken, up floating to the mind's enraging waters admixed in the high definition disquiet of imperfect silence frag grenades, IED's detonate, nicknames for the brain's multi-voices, all argue raucous, unafraid of exposure, over~shouting to be heard, freely secure in the silent privacy of mine owned internecine slaughterhouse but what I write down, is mine to keep... *my home is an isle, an atom of Earth split by a broad freshwater river land spits on Google earth can be witnessed, seen plotting, injecting themselves into my two~sided, belly~soft unprotected riversides, forming bays and coves, hiding places for crafty human devices* my poor mind is my river, mind the sailing craft called poetry, a ketch to keep afloat, while avoiding the backwash wakes of larger enemy ships of state, those who gladly drown me for pleasure
Born May 23, 1950 Recorded on May 23rd
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May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 4:13 PM UTC
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