Poems

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Answers

Pot and booze, et cetera,

Jesus Christ, the thrill

The patriotic hawk will feel

In about a week -

Charismatic leaders of

The sham of human cults

Claiming to be mystical -

Americans need drugs

To blind them in their freedom

To the ultimate abyss,

And galvanize the tedium

Of their daily lives.

6-25-13

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When I had friends

When I had friends – all of us seemed open -

Gentleness and confidence and love -

Indigent and on the bottom floor -

Poverty and sex -

Happiness and love -

All of them are gone. Where did they go?

A poem written many thousand times.

A couple years before I went insane,

I was happy. Why did I awake?

6-25-13

 

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Desultory Poem

I am much too ugly to have sex.

The humiliation's mine. Not even love

Would pull me from beneath my sullen stone.

They criticized his sibilance -

The ocean's sibilant -

Then in a hundred years, they gave it praise -

Keats the little pharmacist,

And mandatory love.

My vision's very blurry. I just

Woke. It's nearly three.

Where is Jill? She's sleeping

Very near the Jersey Shore.

A tiger after homophobes,

An educated soul,

Generous as people rarely are,

Except when sending little notes to Boston.

Yankees live for love, their Jesus

And their laundry say.

The dissolution of America.

6-25-13

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Closing Old Folks' Homes

They take the money from the poor

And sick because they know

They won't need it anymore,

And leave them in the snow.

And all the time devoutly pray

For great longevity.

Then their relatives put them away.

The soul of brevity!

6-24-13

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Medicare

I read they're cutting medicare

So many convalescent homes

Will shut, and those that stay will lose

Many services they have -

And they have very few.

When the country needs a buck,

It takes it from the poor.

Does Jesus bless America?

Some of it. The rich.

6-24-13

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Remembering CG

Her name was Caroline Goff.

Clearly she got off

Just to sit and think,

“By golly, I'm a shrink.”

Corpses in a hearse!

Quite the groupie she.

I told her something personal.

She shit all over me.

She let the feces fly

And did it with a smile.

The last head doctor I

Will see in quite a while.

6-24-13

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Drowsy

If you put a poem into rhythm

Automatically it's artificial,

But otherwise it's only conversation.

Easily made happy, I'm not flattered.

Tell me that a verse of mine is good.

God the pleasure! Only for an hour.

Born into a jungle without talent,

No horn, no claw, no talon and no tooth,

Just a rootless deity and death.

6-24-13

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Age

Age and death! I hate you!

The universe is fey.

People who are beautiful

Wither and decay.

All the gods in Christendom

Regardless how you pray

Do nothing to prevent it,

Reverse it or delay.

Ruddy little children

And kittens when they play -

Oblivious as morning

To the end of day.

6-24-13

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Never Ending

She took his final nickel,

And now she's after more.

Willingly he gives it. She is

Really not a whore.

Whores give something back.

She doesn't carry cash.

Very wise. In case she's asked

To pay for what she wants.

6-24-13