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A Found Sonnet: Blue and Black Gemstones  

A Found Sonnet: Blue and Black Gemstones Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “I cannot accept this death.  It’s been some Years now since we’ve seen each other.  Rimbaud, Though (Arthur’s art and face),...

Four Hundred and Twenty  Some Odd Days

Four Hundred and Twenty  Some Odd Days Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem When genius lived in London, English brains Were unaware.  When genius loved among Them, drinking gin is what they did.  The...

Narrow Rooms

          Narrow Rooms It started in a room made narrow by Paul’s Belle-mère.  Lice-filled Arthur bailed from this Before the bourgeois ones could make him fly At their command.  He fled to the abyss, The alleyed chasm of streetlife.  When Paul Found Rimbaud after...

The Descent from the Scottish Highlands and Luzern

The Descent from the Scottish Highlands and Luzern Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem The melodies that go on long and fine, And long and long, without a gap or pause Streamed out from Mendelssohn. An...

What Really Matters

  What Really Matters Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem Heroic happenings in legends bear A factuality more sacred than Plain data. The cutting of Samson’s hair Is consequential to his threatened clan...

Veiled as for a Funeral, Not a Wedding

Veiled as for a Funeral, Not a Wedding We have that face. We have those written lines. It’s difficult to say just which is more Poetic, hero doomed by death’s designs, Or poetry abandoned by the whore, That smelly adolescent. Words obscure The meanings and the edges...