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More Lucid than the Real or the Surreal

More Lucid than the Real or the Surreal Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem You close your eyes and then you see. You view The truth more clearly. Seemingly your lids Have Gnostic painted pupils on them...

Holiness

               Holiness Deep as a Bollywood musical score But only as broad as a hopscotch grid, Pete’s mind prepared him for nothing much more Than beating his wife and hitting his kid. Then he met Jesus one night in a tent Where people got sweaty and spoke in...

The Bones of Orpheus, the Hair of Keats

The Bones of Orpheus, the Hair of Keats Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem If we collected poets’ body parts And put them in glass cases, would the world Adore them there like saints? Pickled hearts Of...

Big Time Censorship

    Big Time Censorship Perhaps you’ve noticed how the statues leave Out any sight of god Apollo’s junk. The artists think that we are too naïve To know the god, presented as a hunk, Had no enraged erection in the scene. They always put a piece of fabric or His...

The Heart is Never Central

The Heart is Never Central Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The heart is never central. It is to The left and far too far above the base. The heart is not positioned for the true. It loves too much the...

Zip, Zap, Slap

Zip, Zap, Slap Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem That oops-ish, Oh My Gosh-ish feeling comes https://www.bwpawards.org/winners2017#&gid=1&pid=1 Sometimes, yes even to an amphipod It seems. The...