I CAUGHT MY FRIEND LYING
She lied to me about the one I loved the most.As kindly as she was to me, she only loved a ghost.Having lost their mothers,Paul and John were sad when writing what we think is a happy song.Joy is when...
View ArticleIF YOU MUST HATE ME
If you must hate me--- don't forget me. You must hate me! If you don't remember me how can you hate me properly? You don't want me to love you (but I do)---this will make it easy to hate me.It causes...
View ArticleSCARRIET march madness 2025 PROPAGANDA POETRY
PROPAGANDA is meant very broadly here—from political poetry which one doesn’t like to poetry which is not political enough, and therefore guilty to a certain politically minded reader for that reason...
View ArticleSOON I’LL TELL YOU
Damn conversation’s overrated. Socratic dialogue is synthetic conversation. Wisdom is impossible when we keep getting interrupted by a friend’s ego. The format of conversation itself destroys...
View ArticleI SENT HER DOWN
I sent her down to the chuckling streamsfilled with faint mirages and dreamswhere no one could see her or teach her---due entirely to my arrogant despair,who loved her and loved her and loved...
View ArticleTHERE IS NOTHING LEFT TO DO
I am going to leave my bed early and place my hands on my temples. I’m going to pull on my athletic socks and after practice, play the game and miss the game winning shot in front of family and...
View ArticleTHOSE WHO KNOW
Those who knowshame those who don't---though it would be betterif what they knew were not known.You know what I mean. Remember when you knew?And your helpless groan? Shamed into knowing---events...
View ArticleNOW I DON’T LIKE POETRY
Now I don't like poetry. Why did I ever like poetry? I wouldn't be surprised if it were for a vile reason, like those who become Christian just so they might be forgiven. I might forgive wishing to be...
View ArticleIF I DON’T CARE ABOUT THAT
If I don’t care about that will I care about you? Yes I think I will eliminate every distraction, that’s what I need to do, the weather, the little things which touch my heart, routines and hobbies...
View ArticleMAYBE SOME DAY
Maybe some day, in the towers I found, you and I can look around, you replete with the vanity of India, white silk in a film shown near Russia, the high pitched whine of feminine singing which should...
View ArticleBOREDOM
Boredom doesn’t really belong in poetrybut that’s changed in the last century.Poetry has moved from flowers to honesty.Boredom (Berryman) pops up more recently.If we admit poetry is boring, we may as...
View ArticleREMEMBER
Remember when we amused ourselves in stupid parts of the city? It didn’t matter where we were. I thought you were pretty. You didn’t say much about me so I didn’t know. You were beautiful—but you were...
View ArticleI HATE EVERYTHING I’M THINKING ABOUT
If you hate everythingyou are thinking about,lying in bed with yourself,the only helpis to think even more.If there is nothing there, not a good vacation or prayer,be philosophical. Ask, "what is...
View ArticleCOMPLICATED
Why is everything more complicated?And yet the glorious and the sublime have faded?We admire the complex. In fact, we are awed by it.Hypnosis of the cloaked fiend who falls into a poetry fit!Mysteries...
View ArticleIT IS REMARKABLE, ROSALINDA
It is remarkable, Rosalinda. It is the group itself, group formation itself, group belonging itself, which matters above all else. Groups can form instantaneously eclipsing family, country, religion,...
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