THOSE IMMUNE TO SORROW
Those immune to sorroware as puzzling as sorrow itself.The world apparently chooses to make a fewhappy, and that's the best it can do.She focuses on the actresses and the sorrow the drama conveysso...
View ArticleQUICK! FILL THE WORLD WITH YOUR POEMS
Quick! Fill the world with your poems.Make them sound like a top that spins.Make them sound like chuckling watercool on the brow of your feverish daughterand son. Quick! Fill the world with your...
View ArticleI REVISE INTO GREATNESS
I revise into greatness.Everything forgives me.Revision defeats derision.You don't see the weak me.I'm covered up by revised poetry.In truth, I'm a helpless, garrulous, nerd,but just by deleting a...
View ArticleTIME IS LOVE’S DOOM
Time is love's doom.Forgotten now, what happened in that private room.Forgotten now, even her face.Time is love's complete disgrace.Does this mean love isn't real? Since time is attached to every love...
View ArticleWHEN THE WOMEN DON’T CARE
You fell for that left-wing marketing.Who was I, when I drank that whiskey?Don't ask Lou Reed. Ask the women.Women are the secret to gay.Once you are cool, you are always in the play.Better to be...
View ArticleI HAD BAD DREAMS
Tragedy triggers genius and intelligence.Poetry is powerful when something is powerfully wrong.What a gentle, tender life I lead!I had bad dreams. They are responsible for this song.In comfort, in...
View ArticleTHE FAILURE OF THE SATANIC WITCHES
The most important step to defeat satanic witchesis to realize they are not really satanic witches---as willful and crazy as they are.Visible but hazy, every blinking star.Small things make us do...
View ArticleABILITY
Ability to disagree and laugh,to make poetry that rhymes,a poetry without simile---quiet, spotted, you---my lean, sidereal giraffe.I sometimes lose you in the shadowsof the dusty plainwhere trees are...
View ArticleIN MY YOUTH
In my youth when life was betterand I always wore the same sweaterand love was endlessly possible,not with age and experience, impossible,I would leave myself behind and speak to my beer-drinking...
View ArticleNO MORE POETRY
No more poetry. Not until I know what it is.H two oh of water? Or C oh two of fizz?Has it a tactile, scientific existence? If so, exactly how is it scientific?The moment I ask, the answer comes:Poetry...
View ArticleJOSEPH OBVIOUS, STOPPED
Joseph Obvious was stopped by the thoughtthat the good---to be truly good---makes all that's bad unhappy,the bad hunger, the bad satisfaction, the bad jealousy,and that good cannot really be...
View ArticleTHE GASLIGHTING DYNASTY IN A FLASH OF RAGE
This gaslighting by the NFL—and remember, this company is a major one, seeking to expand globally, gets involved in politics—has reached a fever pitch. Let’s begin with the fact that only 2 teams...
View ArticleSWIFT THE RUNNER
“Every year I feel this sadness. The Super Bowl. One more big game to go.” —Fan “Yes, you captured a common feeling. I know why you are sad. The season established many good teams and the best of them...
View ArticleI’M HAPPY
I'm happy, that's why they hate me.You saw the movie about me with the coolsoundtrack, you heard me talk, you looked at me while I was talking, you know,I'm one of those guys who talks like he's...
View ArticleEMOTIONS ARE ALWAYS INSINCERE
Emotions are always insincere.The chat bot understood my sorrow.It drew, like a gentleman—with that very tone—from my pain,remembering how to elaboratemy own thoughts—always late. It remembered all of...
View ArticleTHE ATTEMPT
The Greek gods were the perfect metaphorof human self importance, the attemptto be a bee like TS Eliot, to express in honeyed contempt sad life, voices having sway over us: a backroom dealby Ezra...
View ArticleTHE ENEMY
In our fairy tale, our herobattles time (epic war, happening all the time).His mother told him timeis the only creature who gets old by staying young.Our hero thought on this a long time."No opponent...
View ArticleI LOVE ONE WHO HATES ME
I love one who hates me.For years. But I've never stopped to think whether it's divineto love in the face of hate.Am I imitating God?Why she hates me is not germane---those details would distract...
View ArticleAGE
When I'm a gigantic ageand I lack youth and rage,I'll know at last the best thoughts come from feelingsand feelings from thoughts cannot be trusted.Innocent, I saw romantic tales.And then I lusted.I...
View ArticleTHAT COLD LOOK
When the kindly weather comes to 114 Derby Street, a neighborhood made famous by a book, the buds beginning to appear, shyly, like history, the sun shining, the Salem harbor down the street opposite...
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