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The Lake

              The Lake Your eyes grow deep as galaxies for me, Much deeper than the sky at dusk, as high And deep as midnight and serenity Reflected on the surface like the cry A swan sends echoing—all this because Of death.  Old memories include your head, My lap,...

From Moloch’s Lectionary

     From Moloch’s Lectionary Awakening in the middle of the night I find a message on my phone from you, An email forwarded, an email blight. It says that Matthew, flesh and bone from you, Was not worth making, that the life of him, Your semen and the DNA which...

No One

                       No One When you are dead, the violets will bloom In quiet purple or in white. The years Will pass, will pass to centuries, and winters loom With blossomed frost on window panes. The spheres Above this world will spin and sweep until Eternity...

The Cosmos Reduced to Pathetic Nil

 The Cosmos Reduced to Pathetic Nil The cosmos, poor old thing, just falls away. It doesn’t matter anymore than dishrags, sour Beneath the sink.  Creation starts to sway To less than nothingness the way a tower Crumbles into heap and dust in earthquake Nausea.  Love...

Beautiful Beyond Your Lips

Beautiful Beyond Your Lips Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem An apple high above, up on a limb Where dawn can see it earlier than you Will ever know, awaits. The tree may brim With other fruit but still...

Music is Not Composed of Ideals

Music is Not Composed of Ideals Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem An aria forever means what you Will be. A Donizetti sea of notes, Or Wagner in a score (Luzern-like blue), A song that Mendelssohn...