UNDERSTANDING POETRY
This magazine wants to be on the internet. This magazine isn’t famous yet. It’s really proud of itself, this magazine, But it’s just a whore. It just wants to be seen. And this poet is a total whore....
View ArticleWHEN SUDDENLY I DESPERATELY WANTED
When suddenly I desperately wanted, It must have been after wanting The good I had calmly wanted, to end. I did not want to want the good, again. After wanting the good for so long I began to believe...
View ArticleYOUR TEARS
Your tears are a sign of weakness. The cruelest today are full of tears. Sentimentality drips from the towers. There hasn’t been this much cruelty in years. This swaggerer who talks a lot, shuts up...
View ArticleTHE PRANK
The best jokers do not joke. You and the secret world were one. You were not in love with me at all. Whatever you might have thought, you never spoke. You hurt my feelings when the prank was revealed—...
View ArticleSALEM, MA, MAY 9, 2018
Out of a whole pack, I finally find a cigarette that pleases. It’s the cold fog moving in. The thick, smoke-colored air. The headlights of a few cars moving down narrow streets are on. I’m only a few...
View ArticleBE PREPARED TO NEVER BE LOVED
i courted fairest Nancy, her love I didn’t obtain. Do you think I had a reason or right to complain? —old song Be prepared to never be loved By the head too big, by the neck too short, By the lisp...
View ArticleMOTHER, FORGIVE ME
Mother, forgive me, can I see again the last Miracle in your patient and beautiful past? Can I have your first decision Before I grew to face the world’s derision? Can I have, again, the birth Before...
View ArticleTHE GAY MAN HYPNOTIZING THE WOMEN
Just out of college, nothing to say, But what job, and how far away And I have something to share To all of you, but I told Lisa first, Who first heard about my heartbreak, And now I’m going to share...
View ArticlePRIVATELY
Privately, I think this, but publicly, I say that. I hate them equally: the public dog, and the private cat. I don’t love her publicly, I love her for myself. I don’t love her for them, I won’t put...
View ArticleTHE WEREWOLF HAS NO WHERE TO GO
When things become too deliciously beautiful, they stop, As when even the verbose Mozart pauses for what seems an eternity During passages found in the slow movement of piano concerto number 17. It is...
View ArticleNO ART NOW
Who wants to be a poet? I can tell you how. Outside the Cologne Cathedral I sold a bunch of hash And was able to party hard at Giza. Most importantly, decide you are a poet, Say you are a poet, write...
View ArticleONCE A STORY IS TOLD
Once a story is told, A crazy story not quite believed—everything else takes hold: The poetry, the love, the belief the story isn’t true, And all the poets pause before the story because of what it...
View ArticleTHE RULE
The Web is full of spiders, but I don’t write to spiders. I write for the honey bees and butterflies. The bees are busy, and the butterflies won’t sit still. No one listens to me. But I was told once,...
View ArticleFRIENDSHIP IS LOVE
Social interactions are seldom valued for what they are. When out of the crowd, a friend is randomly met We are pleased not for the interaction, but for the friend And why one is a friend, instead of...
View ArticleTHE LOVING EYE
There is nothing more loving than the loving eye, No matter how heavily the blind, or the physically unattractive, sigh. Beautiful delight Impregnates my sight With hues of sculpture moving, If sight...
View ArticleDESIRE WHICH ACHIEVES ITS DESIRE WILL DIE
Desire which achieves its desire will die. Is desire blessed, which fails, and continues to try? But look how my desire grieves to never capture you. I fail, wisely; I let desire fail, which all...
View ArticleSAFE WITHIN
The shape and size of my window keeps changing By what’s going on outside. You think safety lies within, But it’s impossible to hide. Your window is helpless. It can only see What they’re thinking...
View ArticleBEING RIGHT
Contradicted by the unseen, Being right is mean. Correct, stumbling in the night, The stupid want most of all to be right. You are right. This poem is bad. And I write it because I’m sad. The hills...
View ArticleTWENTY FIVE MINUTES
Twenty five minutes can reverse years— When you have been dull and good— And turn them into tears. Twenty five minutes can wake up joy That for months slumbered and hid. In twenty five minutes you can...
View ArticleLIFE IS UNEQUAL
Life is unequal. There are more stars than the moon. Love comes sweetly too late, or excitedly too soon. Earth has a greater day when summer warms the night. He finds joy in the winter. She finds joy...
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