Poems

How I Wanted To Write

Litter the grass with leaves.

The moonlight hits the sea.

A shard of restless moonlight cleaves

The heart of poetry.

Cry when your lover returns

And hope he doesn't sneer.

When a knowing lover spurns,

The darkling love stays near.

When the mountain falls

The canyon opens wide.

When a sparrow calls

The ocean will divide.

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The Man

The harlequin's tattoos!

I guess he goes to war.

An isolated man

Just outside the store

Was digging in the garbage.

His trousers were a shred.

He hadn't shaved for several weeks.

His beard and hair were red.

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Saturday Night

Again I am at Denny's.

The drunks have not come in.

The waitresses and waiters

Are preparing for the din

Of loud and raucous laughter

To sweep like a monsoon

In the place, and pound the tables,

Drunker than than the moon.

The screaming and the shouts,

Feral like the sea,

Breach the door at 2

And dissipate at 3.

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Freedom

Here is a man who is totally free,

A liberty equal to fish in the sea.

If he had money, who knows where he'd be?

A paradise of autonomy!

I am constricted and sit in a chair,

No where to go, and don't go anywhere.

Living in poetry where I am free

In deterioration, I'm freer than he.

The verses are raveled. The rhythm is sound.

Where is the soul of the poesy-bound?

Did I have talent when I was a youth?

Some say I did. Were they telling the truth?

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