WHEN THE POET RAPS
With that bragging confidence which drips cool, Rap makes money, which allows you to be a fool. But without money, your colorful attitude is annoying, Hip hop a nerd mall cop when the money’s not...
View ArticleDON’T LOOK
Don’t look. Don’t read that book. It is always better not to look. The genius sees little, but what he sees Invades his poetry with ease. There is no exception; the world is full Of horrible...
View ArticleNOT MY PRESIDENT, NOT MY POEM
Let her love somebody else. She can. And will. What if dogs could vote? No more “walks!” Open spaces for play! Bark all the time! Woof! No more “dog food!” Only fresh kill! Democracy gets whatever it...
View ArticleOH DARLING
There is only yearning, and when I sing, What will it be, but “oh darling?” This is all I know, and the rest Is a mystery; I love; I know that’s the best; But what this means is, also, I don’t know,...
View ArticleWHY SHOULDN’T I TELL YOU ONLY
Why shouldn’t I tell you only about myself? This is all I know. I have not been Conditioned to think I know the key to something else; I will not lie, like all the rest. Talking away from yourself Is...
View ArticleHOLIDAY
Yesterday was your birthday, And now I realize it was a holy day for me. I didn’t do anything. I worked. I bought Breakfast and lunch. I calmly thought, With highest, secret pleasure, about you; How...
View ArticleANTI-WAR POEM
This poet is not only beautiful, she will write On whether days are better for writing, Or whether it’s better to write poems at night. I bet you didn’t know this was important to know. I didn’t know...
View ArticleHOW IS THIS PRISON
How is this prison, if I’m imprisoned with you? There are no fresh breezes here, no new Sights to see, no intelligent, winding ways, No green paths for any of these days. But to me, confinement is...
View ArticleI LOVE WAR
I love war, since the fight over beauty Fights to preserve the most beautiful beauty— The flower allowing every bee a taste— So that beauty is never a waste, And beauty at last is wise and witty; And...
View ArticleTOO POLITE
Everyone is being polite, And that’s the problem with the poetry tonight. Everyone praises, so I cannot tell Whether I am doing well. Publish me in your magazine; OK. Now it’s impolite to say what...
View ArticleNEW YEAR’S POEM FOR ____
Love always catches us loving superficial things; Love is the mad, impetuous rush to embrace breasts, dresses, eye color, rings. Here comes 2020, and we make a big deal of a date. Can we save our love...
View ArticleHOW SHALL WE CHANGE (A RADICAL TREATISE)
How shall we change the hard-working elders’ definition of sin— And further, what exactly shall we wrap our late 19th century evil in, So that we can do anything? OK first, let’s say Why we want...
View ArticleBEST SHORT POP RECORDINGS OF ALL TIME (2:30 OR LESS)
Compiling this list, as we looked over decades of music, we found ourselves asking, “What happened to the two minute pop song?” In 2015, streaming became the best source of revenue in the music...
View ArticleHONESTY IS UNCERTAIN
Honesty is uncertain. There’s too much to know, Which makes the world honest, uncertain Because of all the things to know. This is why Dishonesty, appearing to know, and winning Over shy uncertainty...
View ArticleWHY CAN’T THIS
Why can’t this poem please right away? Why must this poem be read? Why do poems need to be collected, To live in books when the poet is dead? How does someone survive all the hours of a day Without...
View ArticlePOETRY IS LAZY
Poetry is lazy and wants the lazy life to stay, And with imagination, returns to yesterday. Poets are lazy, and they lie against the wall, Their feet on the bed, immeasurably tall. I go back to...
View ArticleTHE JOKE THAT’S TRUE
The best lyric poetry Begins with the proper sadness. If ape or astronaut die before they are born, I hope, for a little while at least, you will mourn. Ricky Gervais told a joke that’s true: Liberals...
View ArticleMY MUSE DISAPPEARS BEHIND THE DARKENING HILLS
My muse disappears behind the darkening hills. I no longer love you. My muse disappears behind the darkening hills.
View ArticleLOVE IS THE APPEARANCE OF LOVE
Love is the appearance of love. None of us are meant to love. Did you think you were going to go on Dick Cavett And explain yourself? OK, where, then? Privately, you would contemplate your jealousy?...
View ArticleAPOLLO SPEAKS
I’m boring, I know. But I have to be Like others, for you to understand my poetry. I stand among white petals that fall and die. In one hand I hold the sun, and in the other, a slightly smaller eye....
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