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The Vanishing

         The Vanishing Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  A perfect poem that a poet knew (Or nearly knew) attempted to escape From in his ribs and mind.  It almost grew. He got a glimpse of it, its shining...

Art

                 Art Why photograph a fact when you can catch A nightmare, be a Jackson Pollock or A Dalí at his Druid weirdest?  Snatch A depth of fanged subconscious and then pour Some paint of guts across your canvas.  Real Is boring.  Ditch it.  Art becomes mirage...

Primitive Sophisticated Truth

  Primitive Sophisticated Truth Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem   ………. When Greeks believed that nature’s aspects moved As gods and goddesses, as wind and fire, Then Bóreas came...

Hairy Happiness

     Hairy Happiness The woman watches him. He’s at the sink Inside their hotel room. She notes his arms And shoulders most. She thinks of manly stink In black-haired armpits, glossy in the harms They do to heart and guts as she succumbs. He’s washing them with water...

Fake Views

Fake Views Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem It’s funny how they build a false façade. A pretty, add on semi-circle crowns The church. The shape is lovely, but it’s odd: They make a fake front beauty...