Daily Archives: April 1, 2017

Poem – Flashbacks 

All it takes is Laura Riding’s riding- crop across my butt, and I’m off: Git-up horsie she cries astride me as I crash sweetly onto the carpet. Boredom what an esthetic, cleansing the days- I laud the vintage of my … Continue reading

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Poem – Feeding The Sun

One day we notice that the sun needs feeding. Immediately a crash program begins: we fill rockets with wheat, smoke-rings, razorblades, then,  after long aiming –they’re off. Hulls specially alloyed so as not to melt before the stuff  gets delivered … Continue reading

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Poem – Goodbye 

If you are still alive when you read this, close your eyes. I am under their lids, growing black. 

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Poem – Compact Dusk

Here at the height of the day night change The color of the sky is uncertain, The sky depending in which direction One’s eye strains, each of its swatches a strange  Hue which dies too soon and which makes this … Continue reading

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Poem – Stress Therapy

Time, time, time, time, the clock vaccinates us. and then even that lacks prophylaxis.  Ticktock-pockmarked, stricken by such strokes, we get sick of prescriptions which work solely  on the body. Systole diastole– It is by its very  intermittency that the … Continue reading

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Poem – Monopoly

Finally the day dawned when a monopoly owned everything in theworld So it went looking for its stockholders to celebrate But they were all owned by it they were all dead they were someplace Their photographs hung in elevators which … Continue reading

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Poem – Heritage 

“…here thy generations endeth in accord.”  I physically resemble my mother And father and therefore must have been Adopted, because on my TV screen The role-children rarely share a feature With either parent. The fact they’re actors And I’m not … Continue reading

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