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Compostela or Knock — Wherever

    Compostela or Knock — Wherever Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  The saints are dressed in all their silks and gems As never in their holy lives before Their martyrdoms or whatever.  The hems Below...

Suspended Pistols

             Suspended Pistols Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem Most men are made of crudest iron in shapes Like penises instead of thorns.  These blunt Iron prickles make their forced, demanding scrapes In victims often in...

Coral Griefs

Coral Griefs “The Sea on Fire”: Jean Barraqué Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem If mermaids basked on beaches, then their hair Would be of swaying sea grass, whether blonde Or red, and combed with coral...

Harsh Hypnotism

               Harsh Hypnotism Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  flee the dark wood of improbable forms  ~ Lorca, “Ode to Salvador Dalí” (Oda a Salvador Dalí) Who (rather what?) could possibly predict, If...

Still

Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  The novice nun waits still, a candle flame. The flame burns still.  These three are still; no, not The column only, white, avoiding shame. A dusk of autumn fills her with...

Tranquil Tokonoma

         Tranquil Tokonoma One thing a perfect purple rose cannot Accomplish is a type of sadness.  Man Is best at that.  That is mankind’s special blot. The plants and animals have learned to ban Such uselessness.  They settle in their fur Or leaves and just get on...