<![CDATA[Hebesphenomegacorona]]> 2009-11-12T00:26:36+00:00 Copyright (c) 2004-2009 Blogo.it, P. IVA 04699900967. http://poetryzine.us.splinder.com/ DerrickTyson http://poetryzine.motime.com <![CDATA[Anticipating &ldquo;wants&rdquo; ...]]> http://poetryzine.us.splinder.com/post/810717/Anticipating+%26amp%3Bldquo%3Bwants%26amp%3Brdquo%3B+... 2009-11-12T00:26:36+00:00 2009-11-12T00:26:36+00:00 DerrickTyson http://poetryzine.motime.com Anticipating “wants” like a dressmaker; some vital experientialist with the elixir of life, too sensitive for critics. I grit and never bare it, but stare at it instead, to control the heart of man, one needs th’melodies that make one o’ercome ...

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<![CDATA[MESMERISM]]> http://poetryzine.us.splinder.com/post/810715/MESMERISM 2009-11-12T00:22:34+00:00 2009-11-12T00:22:34+00:00 DerrickTyson http://poetryzine.motime.com Burt Lancaster-swagger with dilated pupils, thanks to the eye doctor. “Is your vision blurred yet?” I am subject to folk-lore, like sludgy grease-patches where a Captain once sat, smiling, breathing down his brethrens’ throats. Nightfall is like a ...

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<![CDATA[In the night I stand so that the ...]]> http://poetryzine.us.splinder.com/post/805814/In+the+night+I+stand+%0A%0Aso+that+the+... 2009-10-23T23:21:00+00:00 2009-10-23T23:21:00+00:00 DerrickTyson http://poetryzine.motime.com In the night I stand so that the moon is behind me, and it is as if Orson Welles is peering over my shoulder.

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<![CDATA[ Nostalgia barks at me sometimes ...]]> http://poetryzine.us.splinder.com/post/797182/Nostalgia+barks+at+me+sometimes+... 2009-09-14T22:26:00+00:00 2009-09-14T22:26:00+00:00 DerrickTyson http://poetryzine.motime.com Nostalgia barks at me sometimes louder than a monk’s silence Today slipped on my own words Oil spots on the tongue the way the moon has hung and hung and hung in the sky like a heavy jar full of stained glass holding the universe’s milk Pale eyes ...

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<![CDATA[&ldquo;The good government site ...]]> http://poetryzine.us.splinder.com/post/795256/%26amp%3Bldquo%3BThe+good+%0Agovernment+site+... 2009-09-08T13:16:27+00:00 2009-09-08T13:16:27+00:00 DerrickTyson http://poetryzine.motime.com “The good government site with teeth.” With teeth, they preach. Do not expect a vogue, nor a boudoir courtesy, like disrobing the poem (mutilations, deformations), but perhaps do, and I can think of several ways this poem might thank you ...

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<![CDATA[ Comehither, O rain! Loose ends, ...]]> http://poetryzine.us.splinder.com/post/794867/Comehither%2C+O+rain%21+Loose+ends%2C+... 2009-09-06T17:17:12+00:00 2009-09-06T17:17:12+00:00 DerrickTyson http://poetryzine.motime.com Comehither, O rain! Loose ends, covered in the plateau. Today, my soul is overflowing with picturesque friction. If I peeled it back like trace paper, many words would be revealed like frantic insects hidden under a worn tree stump.

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<![CDATA[PREHISTORIC]]> http://poetryzine.us.splinder.com/post/794730/PREHISTORIC 2009-09-04T23:07:07+00:00 2009-09-04T23:07:07+00:00 DerrickTyson http://poetryzine.motime.com Yesterday was Pre-historic. I didn’t see it with special glasses. 1969-2009: 40th anniversary of first ATM Machine. 1969. Also the year of airplane hijacks and the year that Larry Lewis set a new world’s record for runners in the 100-years-or-older ...

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<![CDATA[THE CONTEMPORARY EAR]]> http://poetryzine.us.splinder.com/post/794554/THE+CONTEMPORARY+EAR 2009-09-03T23:56:55+00:00 2009-09-03T23:56:55+00:00 DerrickTyson http://poetryzine.motime.com Is “often” a word you seldom use? A contemporary ear. I feel my brain in my heart — unremitting surveillance. Sharp points. Someone place my finger -prints in a sealed envelope. I wish that I was that pitcher getting his head rubbed with a wet, ...

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<![CDATA[PREDICTIONS]]> http://poetryzine.us.splinder.com/post/794437/PREDICTIONS 2009-09-03T14:03:04+00:00 2009-09-03T14:03:04+00:00 DerrickTyson http://poetryzine.motime.com Her moods change quicker than a warden filled with rodomontade —                 asterisks above the head. “Predictions are dumb” ...

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<![CDATA[THE FUTURE]]> http://poetryzine.us.splinder.com/post/794341/THE+FUTURE 2009-09-02T22:47:28+00:00 2009-09-02T22:47:28+00:00 DerrickTyson http://poetryzine.motime.com I have seen the future                              and it works — I am not playing Freud either. “I’m fine, ...

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