INSTANT LOVE
Is there an instant love? All love happens instantly. Love is faster than we can see. Avoiding love is how love becomes a possibility. If love hasn’t happened, we only need to wait For the one thing...
View ArticleSHE DOESNT TRUST MEN ANYMORE
She doesn’t trust men anymore. One she loved, a long time ago now, Left her, pregnant, crying on the floor. You may read about that, in her murky workshop poetry with elaborate metaphor, But she...
View ArticleIMPORTANT AND TRUE
This is hard to refute: Nothing is important and true if it is merely important and true to you. At the college where I work, I heard a humanities professor remark recently: the abstract is the basis...
View ArticleTHESE KISSES ARE MINE
I want to give you kisses, More than a few. I want to kiss your face awhile As I throw my arms around you. Perhaps I’m excited by your beauty and the wine. But just remember: these kisses are mine. I...
View ArticleIF YOU COULD SEE ME NOW
If you could see me now, relaxed and fit, You would know I no longer lament on the benches Where the sad watch the world pass, where we used to sit. If you could see me now, saying clever things,...
View ArticleHOW DO YOU KNOW IT ISNT THE POETRY I LOVE?
Language is unreal. What’s in the letter That I carefully seal? What is it I’m giving to you? Poetry is something you know that I do. Love is a pleasure that can always get better But there must be...
View ArticleTHE BATH OF LOVE
If the angels are angels Who swim in the elements above, We are almost as lucky here, Who swim in the bath of love. The bath of love is where we love; Where the moving waters move, Our love loves when...
View ArticleRUMI’S LOVE IS HOW I LOVE YOU NOW
Lovers don’t meet anywhere. They live inside each other. —Rumi Once there was a longing for you so strong I could not be away from you for long. I cursed the time away from you; I was nourished in...
View ArticleIT TAKES A WHOLE LOT OF SORROW TO BE SAD
It takes a whole lot of sorrow to be sad; The world needs to pile wrong on wrong To spoil even one song, But with a smile you’ve made me glad. It takes a whole lot of sorrow to be sad; The breezy...
View ArticleOVER
Is it over then? Has the last note been played? Must I go home? Without getting laid? How bitter this ending! Just a minute ago You excited me with talk of doing something slow And now you frown....
View ArticleEVERYTHING
I don’t praise Everything, but stand in awe of it. I had an insight today and realize how much we are enslaved by the everything of Everything. Capitalism, Everything’s cousin, is disliked, and...
View ArticleHUMBLE SITA SPEAKS
“The Ramayana…is a divine romance…of undying love between Sita and Rama, two aspects of one divinity whose separation from each other…is illusion…acted out for the benefit of their devotees.” —Self...
View ArticleYOU, ALREADY IN LOVE
You, already in love, I did not see you there, When I first fell in love with your shadow, Who, although a shadow, presented a show Daring to love me, and loving that I might dare To love you; two...
View ArticleMY POEMS AND MY LIPS
My poems and my lips taste the same As my flesh, as my name. A shape—before touching—which you see Is how my lips first spoke for me. My lips still have nothing to say To your beauty on this beautiful...
View ArticleA WOMAN IS A MAGAZINE: FASHION POEM NUMBER FOUR
A woman is a magazine. A magazine is why most women are horrors. We all know the beautiful girl is mean And the one who dresses best is the young teen In thrown-together combinations wild, But selling...
View ArticleIT WOULDN’T BE BAD IF YOU LOVED ME
It doesn’t take much to make me glad: A dip in a mountain lake, a long walk under stars by the sea. And it wouldn’t be bad if you loved me. It doesn’t take much to make me glad: A bowl of...
View ArticleTAKE MY WORDS, COMPOSER
Take my words, composer, And make them your own. Add music. For I have lost my love And all I can do is groan. Take this heart, composer, No longer glad or light, And fix up my utterances For a...
View ArticleTAKE MY WORDS, PAINTER
Take my words, painter; Give them the dark and the light Which attends creation. My reader is blind! Give her sight. My words are blind. Let her see Her meaning to me Travel in her own eyes. Make her...
View ArticleFOR _________
Let practical life and its lackeys, Immersed in details and laughter, Stand, impenetrable, to my mad poetry and my mad desires. I can laugh as well as they, And am warmed by the same fires. I would...
View ArticleWHEN YOUR QUIET MUSIC
When your quiet music fell upon the world The warmth of the stars added to their light A new and remarkable night, A universe of hearts who burned mysteriously like stars. Each male heart was warm,...
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