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Jimmy ThePeach, is a published poet, author, songwriter, musician, engineer, and producer.
Jimmy ThePeach, is a published poet, author, songwriter, musician, engineer, and producer.

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The Last Buffalo - an acrostic
(in this poem the first letter of each line spells a word)

By the time the prairie was plowed
under, little of the plains culture was
found in the places where The People had been
forced out. Now ghosts
ache for their brother, the buffalo.
Lost in the wild grass echoes,
only the shadows remain.

Peach
August 17, 2009 - May 17, 2017

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Woundology

Her wound is her lifestyle
It is the central part of her life
How she defines herself
The glasses she peers through
Psychic crutch
A practitioner in instant intimacy
She always finds people to play it out
All her friends speak wound
Addicted to the process of healing
She will never get better

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SANO CRUCIFIED - Jimmy the Peach

Sano crucified home in bed.
He didn’t feel like going out,
He had just come in.
“Come in Sano, come in.” “…” “…”
Sano didn’t wake up crucified,
He went to bed crucified.
Some time every day
Sano was waylaid,
Waylaid and nailed to his own private cross
Which said, “SANO,”
Carved in Urban Grafitti Style
Above his head.
Sano is scarred and not so fragile
After being crucified every day.
I love Sano.
I love an audience.
But, I always thought a crucifixion
Should be a private thing.
Don’t gossip about Sano crucified,
My own methods for hanging from a cross,
Or how people enjoy spectacles…
Public or otherwise.

From, “The Slums,” August 5, 1982

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QUANTUM POETRY - Jimmy the Peach

Poetry into
the eleventh dimension
does not rely upon the rules
of any one universe.
Quantum poetry,
by it’s very nature, changes
what it describes.
Why not challenge
comfortable understandings?
Somewhere else we are
surely inspired right now
by things that mean nothing
to us here.

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QUANTUM POETRY - Jimmy the Peach

Poetry into
the eleventh dimension
does not rely upon the rules
of any one universe.
Quantum poetry,
by it’s very nature, changes
what it describes.
Why not challenge
comfortable understandings?
Somewhere else we are
surely inspired right now
by things that mean nothing
to us here.

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Goodbye Google+. I came here looking for my people, poets, and artists. Ran out of people to do Hangouts with. I'm not really a shut in, I only leave the house to grocery shop. However after 9 years in Virginia, I have made zilch friends here, which I take responsibility for. I'm a hard person to get close to. Anyway Hangouts got me out of the house and spending time with people around the world. 1,100 plus followers here and I feel like a stranger. My interests in poetry and recording have met with an insular community of backslapping mediocrity. I have also recently tried Tumbler which aint working. Anyway, goodby to the two or three people that stopped by from time to time and said hi. I sort of feel like Sid Vicious at the end of his I Did It My Way video. Ending on a high note, so to speak.

tule fog…
a roadrunner dissolves
near Bakersfield

#haiku

tule fog…
a roadrunner dissolves
near Bakersfield

#haiku

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Man, politics is bringing me down. This is what I believe in.

(You Gotta) Fight For Your Right (To Party)
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