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THE REMINDER
There was a moment between what I wanted to do— And when I forgot. What was that? I forget when I forgot. I actually saw my beautiful idea for a poem rot. First we need to remember And then we do not....
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THE VACATIONING WOMEN
The vacationing women remind me of the working ones, Only the vacationing ones have more important things to say, Clothes freshly laundered, huddled together, communicating, About summer and winter...
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WE IN THE VERSE WORLD
We in the verse world sometimes Feel inhibited by our rhymes And wish that solid prose Was our chosen pose. Like verse monster John Keats, I avoid booze and sweets, But rhyme’s an addiction, the same...
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WHEN YOU SEE ME YOU SEE YOURSELF
“And you’re making me feel like I’ve never been born” -John Lennon When you see me, you see yourself: Love elongated, and nearly destroyed by years, By absence, misunderstood and unacknowledged...
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THE CRIMINAL AND THE ARTIST
The criminal and artist both break laws, Distorting effects by hiding the cause; In Roman Polanski’s Rosemary’s Baby, The mind of the audience is free To meditate on things—but why Is carefully hidden...
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I’M SO GLAD THAT WHINE
“Poetry is escape from emotion” –TS Eliot I’m so glad that whine Is a truck in the distance And not a mosquito in my ear. That truck is my hero. “You climb that hill. You whine all you want. Love is...
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THE BEST PLACE TO WRITE POETRY
The best place to write poetry Isn’t in your head; the poetry Is written by your head in a place, Full of distraction, full of the bored face, Those faces that have nothing to do with you. The dull...
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OBLIVION
When you wake up, and find You slept through the night, needy sleeper, Glad to find oblivion took your mind, it seems— It didn’t. Oblivion has dreams. Now they come back to you. Your life Continued to...
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THERE IS ONLY ONE DRUG
There is only one drug. Evil. There is the evil of describing itself, Which first affrights innocent ears. Evil has time to show good the goods. Years. The whispers of what evil is Is the evil, the...
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THE PART OF ME THAT FAILS
The part of me that fails Is the part that writes a poem, Carbon the mind exhales From fire—when my fire is alone. I seek no help; I am lover and judge— As lover and judge are thought to be. I tried...
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THE JUDGMENT
Seinfeld, a funny, urban jew, Won’t clean cat litter or cat dishes No matter how beautiful the cat is. That’s enough of our close-up view. The one thing very difficult to judge Is how judgmental we...
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BEFORE THE HANDSOME SUNSET
Better to be handsome, by far, Than to be a poet—with a rhyme for every star. Better to be handsome, by God, Than hide behind scratched words—because you’re odd. I want vision to be Her, smiling,...
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YOU WAIT IN LINE FOR LOVE
You wait in line for love. The house is too small. You could have waited outside, content, Under the big tree, alone. But you got in line with the others So you could say hello to the host— Love,...
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NOW THAT THIS IS FADING
Now that this is fading, And the fake outrage at last is seen For what it is: a childish tantrum, We can be better this autumn. You can come into my dreams, As you did last night: we were laughing...
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PLEASURE KNOWS WHEN IT’S OVER
Pleasure knows when it’s over, Lying helpless on the bed. But hate never ends, So love tries that, instead. On the brick walk, I reflected: The simple, growing things endure. But green pleasure has an...
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WHAT I LOOK LIKE
What I look like Is not what I look like And I have done research on this. I took my syntax to 17th century England, I took my philosophy to ancient Greece And I did not look like that. I give you...
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A FOOL’S SONNET
They are happy who are simple servants To bland fortuity. Since the lucky Make us slaves, and since the fortuitous Does not demand much—being fortuitous— The best is bland. Don’t envy the dull...
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THE CREEPY ONE REALLY LOVES YOU
The creepy one really loves you— The beautiful one does not. Forget the famous one who gets laid a lot. You love fame, but fame does not love you. Take a closer look at your shoe. This creep hasn’t...
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THE MUSE KNOWS WHAT SHE’S DOING
The muse knows what she’s doing. She doesn’t care about your tears. She knew you would make poetry she likes, As you pined for her all these years. What? Did you think poetry was a skill? Think of a...
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THE REALLY GOOD POET
The really good poet is disliked by the other poets. Hate. Hate. Hate. When John Keats dies, they’ll love him. Wait. Wait. Wait. When the sun eclipses the stars, It is only because you are here. Tell...
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