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The Poet Can Change his Spots

The Poet Can Change his Spots Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem The poet sometimes writes with ermine as The trim upon his writing lordly robe, But sometimes he is playing sultry jazz, Progressive,...

Coffin, Bed, Whatever

    Coffin, Bed, Whatever He used to have a black nacrotic ____ But now, because of you, it swells again. It pulses and is desperate to _____ Out words and symphonies so full of pain That laughter is the only option.  ____ Is there if you desire it in your throat. If...

No Separate Peace

          No Separate Peace “. . . it should have been true. So I didn’t argue.” ~ John Knowles, A Separate Peace When we have finished all the passion, sweat, And dripping body fluids; when we reach The pounded climax to that final threat That comes with deep...

Spewing in the Depths to Heights, Rule-breaking

Spewing in the Depths to Heights, Rule-breaking Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem When I go into you, I know what he Felt up in heaven, Lucifer, in love With liberty, or more love’s anarchy. I know...

March Meets October

        March Meets October The violets are deepest purple in The lane.  This purple laughs as darkness there Beneath the hedge.  Such purple is the twin Of brighter colors matching autumn’s blare Of orange, but the double of them just In beauty.  Blooms so much...