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Sonograms of Lust

          Sonograms of Lust My heart has all the chances of a map Of ocean floors to find the kind of love She yearns for since her dreams are more a trap Than God’s celestial guidance.  She can shove Her fairytale around, consult the Grimms And Hallmark, dream away...

Grammar, Syntax, Idioms

      Grammar, Syntax, Idioms Most nouns have S as part of nouns’ own souls. S starts them or may lodge in ampersand At times.  The nouns are searching for the holes In meaning.  Nouns prefer a damper sand That they can penetrate or plain dislodge. Their verbs are...

Academic Naffdom

          Academic Naffdom He had a nightmare, sort of.  He was charged With setting up a new department of Some sort of sociology.  Enlarged It might become Surreal, a Dalí* dove (Because so mild and boring, useless, doomed Because not science) filled with footnotes...

Straight is Always Right

        Straight is Always Right You know them.  They are right:  right angles at Their elbows, always, at their armpits, too. The world was made in six days, though not flat. They hold in their theology that two By two and seven seven sorts marched in To Noah’s...

Milne’s Bar

                   Milne’s Bar Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  The evenings that he didn’t spend in pubs With poets proved his point.  Instead — he wrote. He didn’t see the point of poet hubs. He didn’t...

Their Hairy Shells

            Their Hairy Shells The person sitting here is two-legged, man, Unless you count the smaller one between The unshaved pair, but then the macho clan Points out that other pair, two bits unclean To look at.  Surely they increase the weight And length and...

Roomy

                                 Roomy The more important things are far too large For veins and arteries, so these things stay, Bulging, pulsing in my heart.  They each enlarge Because of you.  It would not let them stray If ever they might find a way to break Out. ...

Ephemeral and Not

             Ephemeral and Not Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  In sinking towns like Titusville the sun Is setting always.  Little shopping strips Thrown up when you were just a kid are done,...