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Goal!

                Goal!   I wrote my love along a napkin on A restaurant table.  Others watched a match On artificial turf.  They watched brawn, And I wrote poetry, though just a smatch Of it, a sonnet meant to be about That thing men worship when they’re not Involved...

The Purpose of the Cosmos

The Purpose of the Cosmos Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Dawns come and go. The twilights blaze and fade. The phases of the moon go round and round In slivers and in spheres. Sea days are made...

The Highest of the High

The Highest of the High Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem I tried to sing of politics and stuff Like that, the serious matters I’m supposed To write about. But that was not enough, No, not enough...

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...

It was (you may say) satisfactory

It was (you may say) satisfactory Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem When once there was a war above, not all Was wrong. The heft of heaven is the strength Of its stability. The walls, though tall, Are...

Gilded Scales Hanging from a Limb

Gilded Scales Hanging from a Limb Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem http://www.photopedagogy.com/uploads/5/0/0/9/50097419/6978873_orig.jpg “Beauty will be CONVULSIVE or will not be at all.” ~ André...