gordon coombes

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gordon coombes Poems

1. Night Of A Thousand Hours, No.1 2/19/2005
2. For Charles Bukowski 2/25/2005
3. At The Last Minute 2/26/2005
4. Inside The Jumble Jar With Marauding Mobs Of Lobsters 3/2/2005
5. Oh So Sweet Weed 3/5/2005
6. Walking With The Dead 2/24/2005
7. Tourists Travel & Empires 2/24/2005
8. Earthbound Angels: Doubting Angel 4/15/2005
9. Night Of A Thousand Hours, No.1, Part 2 2/20/2005
10. Stonefish Tigerlilies & Other Oddities 2/21/2005
11. Mixed Messages In Deciphered Dreams From Tales Of Cafe Apollinaire 2/21/2005
12. Man Was Made To Mourn-A Dirge 2/22/2005
13. Earthbound Angels: Not A Prophet/Misunderstood Messiah 4/15/2005
14. Earth Bound Angel # 8/ Wounded Bird 3/19/2005
15. The Buddha & The Blue Horses In The Snow 3/26/2005
16. Poems Gutted Like Dead Fish 6/14/2006
17. An Epic For Our Time: A Requiem ' Part 1 ' All The Poets Are Gone ' 2/1/2007
18. An Epic For Our Time: A Requiem Part Iii: Tragedy Of Man 2/12/2007
19. An Epic For Our Time: A Requiem Part Iv: Inversion 2/12/2007
20. An Epic For Our Time: A Requiem, Part Viii: Czars Of The Cafe In Exile 3/12/2007
21. The Runawaytrain Of History No.1 4/6/2005
22. Runawaytrain No.2 4/6/2005
23. As If 9/18/2007
24. Life On Pause 1/5/2009
25. Let's Get Surreal: For H.P. Lovecraft 2/21/2005
26. The Blank Slate 8/15/2007
27. The Masks We Wear 3/5/2005
28. Earthbound Angel # 7 New Age Angel: Muse Of Cafe Apollinaire 4/15/2005
29. Earthbound Angel #5 Sensuous Angel Or The Rose Of Sharon 4/15/2005
30. As The Fog Rolls In 8/15/2007

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As The Fog Rolls In

Kerouac comes out of the fog & mist
a ghost smoking a joint
offers me some
finally -

what suffering I think
to scratch out a few lines
stolen from the humming dynamo
which spins the universe -

cars pass along the low road
more pass on the higher road
red & blue lights along the horizon
disappear in the thick Atlantic fog
which swallows all remaining lights
car headlights
the farmer arrives turning on the light
which floods out through the barn doors
releases the horses to wander around their corral
the big red horse moves towards the...

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The Masks We Wear

searching for a mask to wear
trying on one identity or another
where is my true face you ask
& I wonder about it
for awhile til I realize
it is forever changing
from day to day
no longer am I
who you believed I was

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