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Boy’s Daydreams

Boy’s Daydreams Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem If Don had toys, they wouldn’t be those ships In bottles.  Toys for him would not be horse Or soldier, or those game computer chips Of...

Who Is Sylvia?

Who is Sylvia? For you the two-way mirrors are the ones. You need more visions, not just of face And breasts.  You need the visions of your sons Inside you, yet to come.  Inside the place Behind the glass the thinnest silver veil Allows your vision of the future, not...

Bricked Up But Not for Heaven or Nirvana

Bricked Up But Not for Heaven or Nirvana  Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Smash up your two-way mirror and become An anchoress but in a place where no Religious rites occur.  Become a numb And earless one...

Delicate Neon

     Delicate Neon ⁷ He never saw gray eyes  though they are sung In praise.  Telemachus’ and wisdom’s eyes, Athena’s, Homer chanted from his tongue Yet reverenced.  Ancient lines, still, alchemize The silver grays, presenting them as facts Of...

Fly?

Fly? Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem No, you will never know the thousand hints That he would send you, wrong and silent type That he insists on being.  Sonnet glints Among his messaging? Well, no.  The...