SYNDROME POEMS

The Circus

I remember when I wrote The Circus
I was living in Paris, or rather we were living in Paris
Janice, Frank was alive, the Whitney Museum
Was still on 8th Street, or was it still something else?
.....

Kenneth Koch

Who Am I ?

The world is a rumor
For truthfullness
Make believe or not
It's a syndrome of religion
.....

Akki Mehra

This Way To The Sixties: John Lennon's Death Five Years After

It was a red letter day and all within a decade, the sixties.

Psychadelic and all because the Electric Circus opened up
Walking Yonge Street in the December cold, aging
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Paul Cameron Brown

Shivaree

These kettle bells.
Is it the axe-murderer,
with green garbage bag
in the shadows?
.....

Paul Cameron Brown

Melody Of Fools

When we kill the youths in the streets of yesterday foolishness
The common man dreams of a great future
From a today wasted in mediocrity
That which would have killed the minorities is now a pandemic amongst the majority
.....

Phillip Nine-mafunga

Folie A Deux

Being faithful to the biggest lies,
spoiled by delusions and corrupted ties.
Shallow shared psychosis belief,
highly specialist identity thief.
.....

Robert Rittel

Timelines Of Timelessness

1960:
light at the end of the tunnel
nightly pangs welcome morning glory
a flag down and one up
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Ifeanyichukwu Onwughalu

Dust To Dust My Pet

On this windy and scandalous day I burry you
I plant a candle that will cast a shadow of our love
As my deep sobs simmer, I burn the incense
So that they can fly a smoke to reach heavens
.....

Inno Katz

The Syndrome Of Holophernes

(Holofernes is sure that his cut-off head pronounces a monologue in Judith's dream)

From my gate of oblivion
To the narrow road of Your love
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Mikho Mosulishvili

Inferior Introvert

The introverted souls in strivings
As our intuition do always portrays
Which is the enigmatic truths
Verily none can be able to conceive
.....

Abdulyekeen Taoheed