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More Fixedly than a Blueprint

       More Fixedly than a Blueprint   Promiscuous men believe that they are free. This freedom, though, is like a hurricane That cannot choose its path or its degree. This freedom weighs more like a ball and chain In some weird sadomasochistic game.  Escape Is too...

The Ambulance Waiting Out There . . .

The Ambulance Waiting Out There . . .   The smell of medicine remained once they Had told her tender lies and taken her outside. They gentled her and took her straight away To steps the ambulance gave as her guide. Before this they had told her it was just A visit to...

Where Love Is

               Where Love Is Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  Men’s love is in their arteries and arms. It pulses through their bodies to the skin Of those men touch.  Men’s love imposes harms Inside...

Damned Quixote

               Damned Quixote Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  When William Blake went mad, it was his soul That drove him to it.  It was far too straight, As straight as light, unerring in its goal When...

A Twenty-eight Year Old Baker Boy

      A Twenty-eight Year Old Baker Boy Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  We go to evensong and never think Of Tankerfield, not once.  The anthems rise More jasmine-like than incense — not the stink Of...