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Vacuum

             Vacuum Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem His father died and Tony’s body dried Up, its oases withering to dunes Of numbness.  Something shriveled deep inside. Bright pools of sexuality are...

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...

Ancient Attic Porcelain; 80,000 Vases

Ancient Attic Porcelain; 80,000 Vases Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Those pieces made by potters of the Greeks In Attica alone in ancient times Give more than eighty thousand gorgeous peeks For us...

Distant

               Distant The morning tastes of gray.  It smells of brown. The clouds are bland the way they touch the heart; A muffled beigeness covers all the town. When sunrise came it sounded like the start Of fungi growing in an autumn lawn. The sunsets have the...

The Lake

              The Lake Your eyes grow deep as galaxies for me, Much deeper than the sky at dusk, as high And deep as midnight and serenity Reflected on the surface like the cry A swan sends echoing—all this because Of death.  Old memories include your head, My lap,...