THE GREAT LOVE
The great love is always assumed to be wrong. “I don’t want to be right,” says the passionate song. The great love is never between two People. “I’ll never find another you” Is what we think, but this...
View ArticleLIFE IS A TROUBLED DREAM
Life is a troubled dream, and all that is written, And recorded, and published, is wrong. The poet studies notes because notes are seen, But never by the ear which hears the song. The paper is...
View ArticleHOT AS HELL—2018 SCARRIET POETRY HOT 100.
The world has not gone crazy. The world is the same. The idea of progress is vanity. Human happiness is zero sum. But the news, these days, is definitely crazy. And maybe even hopeful, as cracks in...
View ArticleTHE DAYS YOU HATE
The days you hate come fast, Taking the days you like, the days you love, the days you want, with them into the past. This day, for instance, which is blurry and cold. It is moving and sunny. The moon...
View ArticleBEN MAZER: THE LAST MODERN
Selected Poems by Ben Mazer Paperback, 248 pages Madhat Press Preface by Philip Nikolayev T.S. Eliot was born in 1888. As Ben Mazer’s Selected Poems, with its T.S. Eliot heft, lands on America’s...
View ArticleGREAT
His love was great—but I always hated that word. Word associations are true, though they seem absurd. The expression “great with child,” disgusted me; I hated the word, “great;” men were obsessed with...
View ArticleTHE ENTRANCE
The entrance is all. The entrance allows you to enter, Unless it is locked, or too small. This entrance seems meant for you, And, as you go in, You hear the sounds of love, And feel the grip of sin....
View ArticleIF THE INTROVERT
If the introvert is really so, Where can the introvert go To escape public notice—their fear and doom? They just slip into the bathroom. Whether in a public place, or at home, There’s a place where...
View ArticleINSINCERELY OFFENDED
The biggest asshole is the one who insincerely takes offense. To be offended, as wrongs go, is a relatively harmless thing in itself, and often earns the offended party points for virtue—and here lies...
View ArticleWEINSTEIN STRIKES BACK
How do we protect women? Shame the dick-mind. Shame it good. The Evil Empire of the Rapey Male is pushing back against the Me Too movement. First, let’s admit that every mass movement, such as Me Too,...
View ArticleTHE PERFORMANCE
This conductor is an actor, Enjoying the sound of his “ladies and gentlemen” voice Booming to the end of the car. But this conductor is as quiet as a mouse; And we barely glimpse the engineer—this...
View ArticlePOEM WITH A PHRASE FROM SHELLEY
I wish I could repair Your beautiful arms, your beautiful hair. I wish I could make better Your old, favorite sweater. I wish this argument would end. It seems real, but it’s only pretend. I’m not...
View ArticleWHERE GOD HIDES
Where God hides, there is a certain delight— Light mingles with water and water mingles with light. God is the day hiding in the day, A glory ashamed, and trying to get away. Fairy tales of fairies...
View ArticleI WANT LOVE. I DON’T WANT TROUBLE.
Time is long. We can use some of this. The physical founding of spirit is rare. Not too shy to thrust—but too shy to kiss. Hardware is more important than software, Though software talks—and talks—and...
View ArticleTHE JUSTIFICATION OF MYSELF IS COMPLETE
The justification of myself is complete. I believe in myself, and this belief is sweet Against my tongue, in my thoughts, tomorrow and today, The whole world conspires to feed me and show me I am the...
View ArticleI’M LIKING THAT I LIKE YOU
You were resisted at every turn, learning To understand not only you, but everyone is turning, And the moon still is, Serene in its mathematics, And the chemistry of the sun, burning Hasn’t changed...
View ArticleTHE #METOO PROBLEM
The problem is this: the smarter a person is, the more aggressive and creepy they are. You can’t have smart without creepy. The smart, the talented, the perceptive—these are highly prized and...
View ArticleINSIDE
I perfected myself when I was alone; All that makes me worthy was secretly made. Common things grow in the sun, But winter hides genius in the deep, cold shade. You didn’t see what I was—in my...
View ArticleWE ARE WHAT WE ARE NOT
We are what we are not. The pleasure of kissing Pursued. When? How? Why? We forgot. The warm chill you were feeling When she wanted your face, When hers hovered over yours, Hidden, the time, the...
View ArticleWE KEEP ON WANTING THIS
We keep on wanting this. Even reality gives up after a while, Unable to conform to our thoughts. Reality, random thief, enters the home, Never welcome in the poem. Facts have no idea what they’re...
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