Daily Archives: March 27, 2017

Poem – Man of the House

It was a misunderstanding. I got into bed, made love with the woman I found there, called her honey, mowed the lawn, had three children, painted the house twice, fixed the furnace, overcame an addiction to blue pills, read Spinoza … Continue reading

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Poem – Mortal Shower

I met my butt in a Pittsburgh hotel room. My face still looks like my face but not my butt, my hair no longer resembles an ad for Jell-O pudding, people thought it was chocolate pudding for years, so thick … Continue reading

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Poem – In the Loop

I heard from people after the shootings. People I knew well or barely or not at all. Largely the same message: how horrible it was, how little there was to say about how horrible it was. People wrote, called, mostly … Continue reading

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Poem – Full Flight

I’m in a plane that will not be flown into a building. It’s a SAAB 340, seats 40, has two engines with propellers is why I think of beanies, those hats that would spin a young head into the clouds. … Continue reading

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Poem – Send me a Leaf

Send me a leaf, but from a bush That grows at least one half hour Away from your house, then You must go and will be strong, and I Thank you for the pretty leaf.

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Poem – Mack The Knife

Oh, the shark has pretty teeth, dear And he shows them pearly white. Just a jack knife has Macheath, dear And he keeps it out of sight. When the shark bites with his teeth, dear Scarlet billows start to spread. … Continue reading

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Poem – Radio Poem

You little box, held to me escaping So that your valves should not break Carried from house to house to ship from sail to train, So that my enemies might go on talking to me, Near my bed, to my … Continue reading

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