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Hobbled

Hobbled Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Yes, even ugly ones, this mud-like one, This toad partakes of pure divinity. He hauls himself from hunkered shade to sun And shows his lug-skinned grin.  The...

There is No God

  There is No God Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Our loves go on.  Mosquitoes come and go But mostly come as faithful as the saints Who hug their holiness as martyrs, slow To give up.  They avoid...

Blinded Montesquiou

Blinded Montesquiou The darkness on the tomb of Montesquiou And next to it, abated by the sky Of clouds of white and by the dome of blue, Is emphasized with dirt and algae by It and upon it.  Dirtiness is shrill Upon the grave . . . and not to mention weeds Would be...

One as Plural

One as Plural “see, collected in tranquility” [or something like that] ~ William Wordsworth For poetry he dives like Baja boys For pearls but leaps through eyeballs like young Tom From heights.  He dives through lenses and the noise Of life and finds our spheres.  He...

Lone Ranger Sunshine

Lone Ranger Sunshine Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Some buttered beams of light assured him that His world was not just treacly tombstone jewels. The shafts were shining from a cowboy hat Of boyhood...