Rebecca

Patterns

Ever since I was a boy,

My bedroom painted black,

I've hated other people's things

In my sanctuary.

Selfish as a troglodyte

Who dwells beside the sea

In a cave and loves to listen

To the coming waves.

The sea's a repetitious thing.

All the earth's redundant.

War and death. Since life began,

Blood was always red.

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Youth

A Raiders fan got in his car

And turned the rock up loud -

His noises and his violence -

A very happy man!

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The News

I know the world is horrible,

And I don't have to know

Anymore of it than that.

I'll hide my head in Keats.

Keats! Who cuts off people's heads

And waters them with tears!
Laments inexorable age,

And dies for love of snakes!

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George

Whether time or money,

In a state of need,

Affection or assistance,

Whether word or deed,

A friend will be beside you

In space or on the phone.

If you have a friend,

You will only die alone.

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George

Love and fear are separate.

They do not commingle -

Not dyes that mix and make a paint

Of another color,

Except in verse – an alchemy

Of paradox and madness,

Every phrase an oxymoron,

Oddly beautiful.

Insanity and death are the

Result of this collusion.

They cling and linger, even when

The person goes away.

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Jordan & Rebecca

Little Jordan, gentle Jordan,

Gentle and sarcastic Jordan!

Years ago you're with Rebecca.

I cannot see your face.

Do I like you? Did I like you?

Was it love? Who cares?
You caused a couple pretty poems.

Is something else important?

Rebecca is a friend of mine.

Slowly she's becoming.

And I think she is your lover.

Two good things in one.

Could it happen through Rebecca

All of us became

Friends? It won't. I know it won't.

It simply cannot happen.

I'm an old and ugly man.

Embarra

Rebecca

I liked Jordan very much.

I liked to hear him talk.

I told him in a letter,

And blew my world awry.

Sarcastically he went away.

And now he lives with you.

And every day – discreet and kind,

Reserved – you talk to me.

Paradox or irony?

It's very very strange

Two ends should come together

That have so much in common.

I'm not an evil person.

Well, I am, but no one knows it

Except a lot of helpless shrinks.

And Aristotle's right.

What you do – not what you dream -

Determines how you stand with god.

And anyway, there is no god.

The sun is burning out.

I really want to ask you

Why you're being nice to me.

But I'm afraid to mention it,

Or you might go away.

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Rebecca

Does she like me?

Is she lonely?

I am ugly, she is young.

My little Persian angel.

When the seraphim are hung,

She will rise above them

Like a single shining star

In the blackest night of heaven.

And I don't know who you are.

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ssment would kill me.

And I know for writing that

I'm 27 fools.

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