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wordvango Aug 2017
he started the banjo man did plinkin'
amid the heavy drag of a slow cool
bass harmony strung out on a long low note,
it sounded like nails on a chalkboard at first
or a cat in heat mewing loud in the alley
and crescendoed into a full blown
attack on my sanity my notions
as he plunked away and chorded a falsetto guitar note
like eric clapton playing a ukelele
drugged out the clanking E
called out a G
then faster he took me as the bass fought to accompany
along an a fast tweedling dee
and a C that cried liked birds
and the blues fans applauded the folk singers sat agape the rock singers sang Hallejuah
and the minstrels swayed
so many fast
f'ing F's  G's B's flats and concordances
it was like a thousand harps from heaven turned loose in fast forward
and I ****** him
**** banjo man
that was good
wordvango Aug 2017
atop the glistened mirror top
where the sky projects on this mirrored  surface
clouds and limitless
floats a small girl almost flower like
lotus pearl white arms pirouette
a flowered world on a
polished pond a vision
of graphene serenity
stronger than anything
like looking at melting suns
starbursts and signatures
of Greek gods acclaim
la fleur so small
grandiose
beauty stemmed
perfectionist
floating proud
independent
an image
glowing
sincere
just there
wordvango Aug 2017
I have no idea why this  word took my head just then
I was just perusing the internet
and retinue curtsied at my mind's doorway
it just popped up and said
try to guess me
so I googled the **** out of it
and found it quite the
oddest thing
I'd rather have one
close confidant
than  a parade
of strangers
-to tell the truth-
someone who knows me inside out
than a whole wide world
of posers
wordvango Aug 2017
where the shock of sudden
and the calm of a breeze mist
meet

right there
under a willow tree

her skirt floating
long petals narrow
hide my peace and protect

hiding my face as I peer
into life's mysteriousness
a new Bambi like

human being refreshed
shorn of the hair of
self-moderation

no bangs hiding my eyes no mist
no greys or half sighs
taking fully

in sight the grace of a
day a slight
re-borning

rejuvenation
samsara
reincarnation

just new and cleansed
and her scent
the willow tree's privacy

making a new man
a new  me
wordvango Aug 2017
chances and throes
of squandering gifts
given us  
by this blue and green orb
with a new and bigger truck
hey have fun
all the same separate
I might idealize
where the fun is destructing
or using or litter
of Six billions of us
*******
on those under
those lower on the rung
getting ****** daily
hey
I am the top have my day
in the sun I believe in the rigged
system because I have
the means
elect another Oligarch
big dicked mouth liar next time
cause in the end
change is good
people
and the times a gonna change
watch em
Heil Trump!
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