Pleasures

Rules


I take guesses of the future
By what happened in the past,
And people that I knew
Before I met you.
My poems were an orgy.
Now they're sticklers at the game.
Anyone with talent simply
Writes the way he pleases,
Regardless of the editors,
The rules, the MFAs.
Then he becomes the laws
That genius breaks.


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PDL


People at the payday loans
Defy reality.
They talk to you like friends while they are
Sapping all your money,
And you respond in kind.  I think
The loneliness goes deep.
Why must people
Need another person?
Someone like a payday shark
That only wants your blood.


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MTM


Mary Tyler Moore (I love her)
Had a good career
Making movies everybody liked.
Now she's old and sick,
Her movies all forgotten.
Perhaps she has the money.
What can anybody buy
To soothe the malady of dying?
Happiness.  Then death.
And finally it's over.
First comes age.  Then dying.
Even Shakespeare died.


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Pinocchio


I don't want to be a character.
Perhaps a little funny, but alive.
You bumped me with your nature then recovered.
I'm becoming gentle and reserved.
Nothing like I was.  And also more
And less independent than I was.
You must stay okay for me to do it.
I want to be a freeman who can feel.
I want to be a real little boy.
I read catastrophes can manage that.
I'm facing a catastrophe today,
One that many other people face.
I don't compare myself to other people.
Keats my love said poets are the least
Poetical of people.  He said that.
I don't know how to be poetical.
Consider that, perhaps I qualify.
My early verse is very like an orgy
Of feelings.  And my later verse a prig.
A little wooden boy carved by his parents.
They are dead, and maybe from their mold
The blossom of a single verse will grow,
Pinocchio become a real boy.


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Jesus As Is


I just saw a very pretty
Picture of their god,
Enough to make most
Any fagot weak.
But actually that photograph
Was nothing but a fraud.
Here's the truth nobody
Dares to speak.


Actually Jesus had a wart,
Was bald and frequently was constipated
When he settled down to take a crap.
He was an ugly baby.  Almost every baby is.
A wrinkled howling angry little chap.


This isn't sacrilege.  It's simply nature.
People who aren't holy look like this.
If it weren't for cancer and tsunamis
I might be with you requesting bliss.


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Pleasures


Every pleasure's sweet.
We live for them god knows.
An old and broken seat,
The smelling of a rose,
A lover when you meet,
But sweeter than all those
Is to rub your feet
And scratch between your toes.


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Francis


A Pope to revere -
A man to be killed -
Intelligent, loving -
And therefore despised -


The will of the people
Shall not be suppressed -
All of the people – well,
Some of them – blessed -
God and the devil
Are working the rest-


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Still Keats


I love Keats.  I worshiped him for years.
He slightly modified my poesy,
But not much, though maybe when I found him.
And though I still enjoy him, I prefer
Something more substantial, meaningful,
Though also writ in water.  Everything
Is inscribed in water, or the air,
Earth and loves and personalities.


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Ending With Roaches


Misunderstood.  Misunderstanding.
Living life completely wrong.
Bolted door and open window
Curtains, through the glass I see
The people talk.  But not a word explicit.
Lots of roaches crawling out the cracks.


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Ending With The Church


I feel 20,
Look like 90.
I am 67.
Even though they
Think I'm funny,
Like would be like heaven


If they thought my
Poems good, but
No one says a word.
God is first.
The other fellow's
Second.  I am third.


That's the crap
They teach in churches.
No one really tries it,
Except the guy who's
Parents crushed him.
Predisposed, he buys it.


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