Category Archives: Poetry

Wild Thing

Posted on May 8, 2013 by

Wild Thing – you make my heart break. Wild Thing – I cannot be this sane. Wild Thing – I hate you and am down with that. Wild Thing, you moved me. Wild Thing – come on and torque me tight. You … Continue reading →

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Little Pink Matches

Posted on May 6, 2013 by

Grace follows a girl who whispers love and wears a sweat in gentle tufts; corn and syrup.   Positively lovely, adorning the sky with curling lace and little pink matches, waiting to strike.   45 rpm, soprano lilt; return dear scent, fond … Continue reading →

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Shadows Paint the Walls

Posted on January 31, 2013 by

My home is warm where skin blisters a fragrant smell.   But my home is warm and I survive.   Someone is always telling me to leave, but home is where I find my blanket.   It is me.   Call it sane mayhem, or … Continue reading →

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Blue For Me and Black in Spades

Posted on January 29, 2013 by

Blue for me and black in spades.   One up and down with running totals – marked in blue and black for  you.   Blue of me who counts my cards and wilds imagination – blueways.   Black in prairie … Continue reading →

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Hey Girl – Sweet Dirty Bitcher!

Posted on January 28, 2013 by

Hey big girl – lets play it fast with little start-up and pedal push.   Beat the toms – let’s drum the dark and fit the lock and storm the pool.   Oh big girl – slinky longest.   You not … Continue reading →

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Twinkles of Stars

Posted on December 22, 2012 by

We turn around and find  pinholes, water streams of light, from stars who swallowed and took our lives.   With sounds of snorts and whiskered, bully throats.   Whose heart am I searching, in this season of hello goodbyes?   We look upon … Continue reading →

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Time Drips Down and Down

Posted on December 15, 2012 by

Abbreviated love this afternoon, until light strikes clouds and hours roar near. I think it often while extending moments and ticks, until my sun who shimmers; circles along my chest. Happy is the word and content for hands; that touched … Continue reading →

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Tears and Sentimentality

Posted on December 13, 2012 by

The ocean is licking the wounds of sadness and desperation. Each day as the tide flows out – with tears and sentimentality. 2012 Barry Comer

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Where Are We Snatched in Time

Posted on December 6, 2012 by

We stopped what we were doing and went down west. Outdoors marching among the steel or within the wooden cities – we prayed escape, while running to big trucks of green, two-seater furnace runners and American steel. Gone and rid of papers, … Continue reading →

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Fuzz Fuzz Fuzz and Feedback Thrills

Posted on December 2, 2012 by

Lightning strikes me baby; oh man, it does. All tapered strings and such light moves. Downward licking – the voltage makes me high. Give me shake and push me raw – I want to hurt down low – so down. Your shrill … Continue reading →

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My Grump and Grind Act is Back to Feast

Posted on November 29, 2012 by

Back like baboons – full of grumps to grinds; my pleasures are theirs. They obey my commands! You guessed it old world, my new world troubles. The monkey house riots, are back in town. Here little monkey with feed-song screech. Claw … Continue reading →

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Travels Much Whimsy

Posted on November 28, 2012 by

37 points geographic, a plan – they say so in French. 48 feelings matched by same or less equal sentiments, of feeling lost by winded breath. Drop point here and travels much whimsy. Learn the new peculiar with abandon. Strengths … Continue reading →

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So We Live and Die Until Dark

Posted on April 13, 2011 by

Harsh land they say, so we live and die until dark and beaten we pray our way to heaven. Bodies angelic flailing about with haunches round; tilted upward. They don’t pray, these gilded principals. They are the extravagant; taken with themselves. … Continue reading →

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Your Deep As Fathoms

Posted on April 11, 2011 by

I hear and smell your scent. I feel your hunger for survival.
I see you coming home. Continue reading →

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Little Striped Suspenders

Posted on April 1, 2011 by

It isn’t my imagination that floozy shoes and little striped suspenders are worn at all. Be someone; and those shoes just dance for you.   2011 Barry Comer

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Backward Movemaker

Posted on February 18, 2011 by

Sitting on a hole in the sky – she flies – my mind drapes arms reaching – up the chute and down the even temperament; look below, the flow, the flow, the flow – the numb-horsed tropia – while the ringmaster whips. … Continue reading →

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Forgotten in Light

Posted on December 27, 2010 by

Pull back now and all will be forgotten in light. Continue reading →

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It Is The Baring Of Wild-Eyed Tensions

Posted on November 27, 2010 by

Sweet tasting girls; pucker-mouthed gumdrops and cherry lips. Where do you store it? How do you feel me with feathered hair or with warbled throats?
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Enhanced Storytellers

Posted on November 18, 2010 by

Pieces of flight and characters who boast their stories, enhanced storytellers some,
who squeeze more of life, when one was enough. Continue reading →

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Angel Fleet by My Shoulder

Posted on November 8, 2010 by

I languished over a cup of coffee, felt up and down my thighs for muscular-electric pulses and seethed along the cold roads of Cherokee. Furthermore I witnessed for god, observing a silent jogger; most hushed and gentle. She swept by with lack of … Continue reading →

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Scrape The Skin

Posted on October 9, 2010 by

Breeze on a back, push and tickle – fingers that scrape skin and bloody the scalp. Give pause to moments clear, perceptive and grateful. Broken wind to face, shutter forehead growl – locomotion and waves for vision, heat and lips … Continue reading →

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Grinning Across the Shadows and Clouds – Wild Monkey Cry

Posted on September 16, 2010 by

Well, well –  it seems the monkeys are out, the water is soiled and the wind blows down, across my feet and face. Hair real tangled. What is it boogie-girl, hot like paste, cold as snow? My arms feel weak; not … Continue reading →

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