KATE READS KEATS
Kate reads Keats in the blooming garden— This morning, fainting, with its own delirious perfume, And the furry bees, circling, come— There’s already a bee lost and buzzing near the bed in Kate’s room—...
View ArticleNOW YOU SEE (SONG)
Now you see My poetry Brought you nothing. Now you see My poetry Was only for me. I thought you were the one, I thought you were the sun, But you were just a cloud that floated away. Those sad songs...
View ArticleI HATE THE ORDINARY
I hate the ordinary, And you know that’s true. Because I’m not ordinary. What do you want to do? “I am on the 6:05 train,” Types the albino woman with sunglasses. I see it. Let’s think about that for...
View ArticleIF YOU WERE LIKE ME
If you were like me, The world would be okay— I’ve never done anything wrong— Though what the world would be like, It is difficult to say. If the world were too wise and calm, It would not be like...
View ArticleBECAUSE YOU DON’T KNOW I LOVE YOU
Because you don’t know I love you, I love you more. I wait, and the waiting makes me love, Because waiting is wanting, and love is what wanting is for. When the secret is out, my love will have a...
View ArticleYOUR POEM IS A PERSON
Your poem is a person, Or so this poem thinks. What is a person? A creature who stares and blinks. A creature who’s there, but isn’t. I was hurt so I want to hurt. I was loved so I want to love. A...
View ArticleWHAT I WROTE
What I wrote ten seconds ago I no longer believe. What I said ten years ago Is no longer true. I no longer love you. I furnished maps and plans For my mind and planned to build Here. This poem had...
View ArticleFIVE POEMS BY BRENNAN FITZGERALD
ALPINIST THRILL White wigs made by Persian thieves Hung on the rig where the end of time sits A rock made of ornery stilettos Don’t talk breathe write take note of hides that live here in the thrushes...
View ArticleWHAT I WANT IN A ROBOT
A certain emotional distance. A response To my feelings, at once, But tempered by a kind of reserve, Charming in the centripetal curve, Which hates and loves the straight line, With common sense...
View ArticleIF WE BELIEVE
If we believe, as the whole truth, what is true Ninety-nine percent of the time—that one Percent will make a wise person a piece of shit. They know the tangled knots of a life Can only be untied by...
View ArticleLOVE FORBIDS LOVE
Coffee makes me sleepy, Love forbids love, And can I add discretely War has been using the symbol of the dove? The education path I travel makes me increasingly wise But I see myself returning,...
View ArticleFOUR POEMS OF DAN SOCIU
The world needs the poems of Dan Sociu. It probably doesn’t make any sense to talk like this, but we might speak of Sociu as a combination of Bukowski and Rilke. Confessions of real life, with...
View ArticleYOU REALLY ARE ALONE
There is an uncomfortable truth which sometimes arises when we contemplate how lonely we are. The uncomfortable truth is this: we are not alone some of the time—we are, in fact, truly alone all of the...
View ArticleSTUCK IN THE HELL OF LIKING YOU
There’s a reason why those who suffer, survive. You exist because, in the past, someone, despite great pain, remained alive. Do you see that star? Because of all the pain, life is experienced from...
View ArticleDOES ART
Does art capture what’s already there? Or do you change the person with your stare? Embarrassment began with the camera To a very high degree. She gazed with love at the camera. But doesn’t she love...
View ArticleTHE FIRST HOUR
I found pleasure without addiction, Shrugging off debilitating love and desire, In a green, shadowy forest, which last year Was already gone, with the same green fire. No need to heap up leaves With...
View ArticleTHE WHOLE WORLD WILL NEVER LOVE YOU
The whole world will never love you Or pretend to love you, Even though simple pretending Would make you happy, Give you a happy ending. Vast distances and indifference Will trouble you the most, Or...
View ArticleTHE HONEST TRUTH ABOUT MEN
One cannot discuss the subject, men, without discussing everything. A discussion of one gender will always be dishonest and ridiculous. Nor can we forget society and nature when discussing men. The...
View ArticleCIGARETTE BEFORE THE COMMUTE HOME
One puff was particularly good. Smoke poured into my lungs like a flood. One scent, which dies away Can make the garden appear to stay. In this moment, out of the corner of my eye, A lover almost is....
View ArticleTAPASYA
I’m not doing this right. While I meditate, I see your lips, Hungry for a kiss. I sat perfectly still for three hours last night Telling myself to let the bliss Of the calm universe Infuse slowly each...
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