Monthly Archives: April 2014

Approaching Paris

Let me climb inside this hole and die Then maybe there’s an end To all the pointed barbs I feel— Sebastian bleeding in his field— And all the Hydra-headed Hope That proves to be No more than Just Pretend. What … Continue reading

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Footing the Bill

I know some people Have a “thing” about feet. I am not one of them. To me a foot Is a means of locomotion And I don’t even know How efficient it is: I read once That the Big Toe … Continue reading

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Concretions of Ecstasy

Making due Little Conestoga imports: Wagons crammed with Guilt, Mule-trains loaded with shame, Packages bursting with Expectations Making do Trying hard to be The Man My parents expected My country expected My Alma Mater expected My culture expected My neighbors … Continue reading

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Scouting Report

It’s my third or second Jameson I drink them double, neat, And you know that here the bartenders Are fluid with the jiggers So I’m feeling primed and carefree Ai I look over the prospects At the singles and the … Continue reading

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Happiness

Felicity sat On the Bus Stop bench, Old newspapers Whipping at her feet, Fingers flying Over touch screen keys: Texting each Of her 5000 friends when A toothless derelect approached And thrust forth fingerless gloves In spare change supplication. Felicity … Continue reading

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A Reasonable Appeal to Passion

-or- A Passionate Appeal to Reason My poet friends Are quite verbose About those things That get their goat Injustice or Oppression or Some c— Who broke their heart— But though I used to Rant and Rage I have found … Continue reading

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Loose Canon

Some Believers Like their Scripture Carved in Stone Like the Tablets On the Mountain, But Metaphoric Moshe Shattered those And had to recreate them From memory— And the Canon Many Christians worship Is the same: Scattered pieces Like a boxed … Continue reading

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