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Sunday, October 9, 2011
You Think Poetry's Your Dish?
For connoisseurs perhaps, but never
Something garish to be shown off
Nor set aside, tastelessly mistaken
For garnish on a glutton’s plate.
Saturday, October 8, 2011
On Juxtaposition
“What’s to be done or said in the meanwhile I don’t know,
and what is the use of poets in a mean-spirited time?”
—Friedrich Hölderlin,
from “Bread and Wine”
Straddler across lines
Between the forces
Of good and evil
In these mean times
What we need from you
Now is more than just—
A position.
Friday, October 7, 2011
Rock, Paper, Scissors
Do not disturb
The sequence—
Approaching the light-
Hearted play
Of wretched village urchins, low-
Flying joyful
Swallows cutting up patterns
Out of a sunless sky.
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Fed Up
It just so happens
I have exactly
What you need but
Not as much as what
You thought I had
The last time I had you
Eating out of my hand.
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Flight of Fancy
ephemeral
trying
day
light harder
not to see it
fly by night,
a way.
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Against All Odds
I swear
I was this way
Some years before
But something tells me
That doesn’t count any more.
I swear
You won’t find me
This way again,
Trying once again
To even up the score.
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