Egocentric

On a world that turns round itself only 

Once a day, what on earth are you doing 

Turning round your self twenty-four hours a day? 

Dead End

Poem after poem after poem
Made up of one sentence—
I’m climbing up the wall.

Mnemonic: A Memento of Forgotten White House History

Can’t remember that mouth piece right 

On the tip of the tongue? 

Forget the sax, man— 

Try playing with, um,   

Harmonica!

 

This is the Color of My Dreams

(title of a painting by Miro)

I don’t paint but I know enough 

About colors to dream about them 

Painting my dreams. 

Glutted Market

The last thing we need is still 

Another poem offering 

All it has to give us 

All we need. 

Socrates the Athenian

…somewhere round about here where we’re groping— 

a little nearer or a little farther

 —George Seferis, from “Mythistorema” 

Surely 

That deviant worm’s left 

Further damning evidence 

Of our advances, let us dig 

A little deeper. 

Outline of Abstract Expressionism

• Freely created 

• Purely American

• Concrete prison

• Full of subterfuge

• Profusely colored 

• White lies