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Allen Clarke Allen Clarke
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Balderdash


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Dim neon light flickers at Sunset


Jealous of it`s dazzled streaks of brilliant yellow


and the blood fire blazes across the brazen sky


My guitar whimpers, gently licking at night shadow


Sudden jolt of static rends my cord of chords


Rigid against the treble clef of ancient rifts


of Jambalaya sweet


Fire-fly shoots out from yonder shrub


Starkly bright against the chilled ebony of night


The traffic nearby sighs of motor`s roar


As the sun slips off into its`dark comforter


Well...at least into a different time zone


Silver moon rising bids me sip at it`s glistening chalice


Shimmering with the promise of abated thirst


The absinthe sweet which steals my pain away


And yet the raven tangles feathers in my dreadlocks


causing me angst beyond the reach of Celestial Physician`s cure


And, yet, I know the bjorken thing must die


Òh, cut this Shakespearean garble, you say``


And, yet, nay, I say...it`s only the meandering echo of my personal psychosis


which knaws at my cerebral cortex


Casting me into the cesspool vortex


of nevermore old Allen Poe


Surely he would be proud to have been quoted so oft


Or rather, would he turn in grave-yard sod


because his grand name and vain of his poetry deep


has been dashed, so carelessly against cold and callous


Gravestones of long, dead poets


Old Bill Shakespeare will be there


Staring into blank eyes of dread Yurik skull


Pre-supposes what it really means to be


Human...Oh how so little we know of Life and its`curious substance


which holds us together, that Infinite substance that binds us Together


The DNA, the RNA and the endo-plasmic reticulum


this dicey glue that blends body and mind together


Our lives suspend on finely spun silver thread


fastened onto the Spool of that Great Somewhere


adjacent to the Heartbreak Hotel


where Elvis still sings between bites of squished

peanut-butter sandwhiches


And, I end with this...


Why do they call them sandwhiches?


For I cannot taste the sand in them


Please, somebody, help me out of this strait-jacket.



                          Bellevue
                          June 24, 2011
                          8:49 pm


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