Changing Horses
The world with its wars and its
homophobes
Is indifferent to me.
The black man's been destroyed.
American infamy.
I put it on the rack
In my poetry.
To lie upon the sand
And look toward the sea.
The immigrant is out.
We'll build a giant fence.
Santa Claus and Macy's -
The Yankee experience.
12-1-13
A New Love
Every day I love you more
As your heart grows kinder.
The past has swirled into the sea
With barely a reminder.
When you smile, the angels laugh.
And when you laugh, they listen.
To a man without a love,
The moon and stars just glisten.
12-1-13
An Anti-Christmas Carol
Christmas crap and garish
lights
And money spent in billions!
A gentle word sincerely said
Is worth a thousand Christs.
“A million Christmas
trees,” she sang,
And that's what Yankees
like.
Uniformity. It proves
That everyone is right.
Anyone who disagrees -
Harrison and Milk
And Bertrand Russell –
feels the sword
Of Yankees with a dream.
12-1-13
A Didactic Poem
Poems that come from the heart -
Indifference, grief or elation -
Mean more than the empty mindless
dreams
Of Keats' imagination.
Most poems that come from the heart -
And to the bard most dear -
Are seven times as mediocre
As they are sincere.
A poem that is more
Than broken-hearted keening -
Intelligence and fantasy
And love - has all the meaning.
Half knowing, half unknown -
And love upon reflection
Is consciousness with feeling -
As well as deep affection.
12-1-13
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