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Barbaric Yawp

                  Barbaric Yawp His “poetry” is not so much a thing Of barbarism as it is bad Greek Or Roman oratory.  In its ring It has the sound of bombast.  No, not sleek, But more like overstated prose tricked out As verse on pages.  Rhetoric high-flown Quite...

A Skin-deep Sea in a Fake Heaven

     A Skin-deep Sea in a Fake Heaven The depths of shallowness are what the stars Dive into.  Starlit deeps make slickness glow Like Barbarella dressed for sex-grooved Mars, Or Marilyn with one leg raised to show The blue pool has not killed her yet.  Like Wilde...

Elizabeth Taylor Never Managed Bangles to Compete with THAT

Elizabeth Taylor Never Managed Bangles to Compete with THAT Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem When class means one thing in Great Britain, class Means something else in Hollywood.  It’s glitz There, glitz...

Self-envy

                    Self-envy I suffer from that rarest illness, called Self-envy. Everyone, it seems, but me Is desperate, as if they each are walled Up in a prison or are like a quay That no ships come to, ever, but my days And nights are full. I have a cat who...

Cosmic Encryption Broadcast Wide as Bach

Cosmic Encryption Broadcast Wide as Bach The mounting skylark sings the song of world Religions everywhere.  The leap from ground To piercing toward the stratosphere is swirled With incandescent notes.  The lark has found The meaning of the universe and sets Itself...