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Bitterer than Blue Dreams

  Bitterer than Blue Dreams Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse I sleep with one black perfect curl beneath My pillow.  It belongs to love.  Below My blond, blond head this curl is like a wreath Of mourning.  Blackness almost has a...

Crushed Wings of Longing

   Crushed Wings of Longing Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse “Some say he was around sixty-three years old when he met his death” ~ Michael Schmidt, The First Poets Much longer than the greatest poet I Have lived.  We have no notion...

The Central Singularity

  The Central Singularity The blood of sadness is reality. The real stands far away from bloodless veins And not in shadows.  No duality As Zarathustra saw it swells or strains Inside the marrow of the universe. Inside its bones where quantum physics seethes The...

Vacuum

             Vacuum Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem His father died and Tony’s body dried Up, its oases withering to dunes Of numbness.  Something shriveled deep inside. Bright pools of sexuality are...

Across the Breadth and Height

              Across the Breadth and Height Across the breadth and height of England spread Out harshly on their slabs beneath the stained Glass, death, and honor men lie, with a head Of stone or metal, memory sustained Just barely in a chapel or a church, Cathedrals...