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What Movie Stars Can Never Be

    What Movie Stars Can Never Be Enchantment is a slavery to stars Of sweatless screens, the cinema, tv, Or Netflix, or on smartphones.  Out on Mars Stars walk around, and though that’s stupid, we Watch on.  We know that we are lacking like Some Sad Sack clown.  An...

What Poetry Should Be and Never Be

What Poetry Should Be and Never Be Too many people think that poetry Should be like this one photo of a dusk. They think that poetry should only be Pink, lavender, and fuzzy clouds.  No musk Of malenesss, armpit smell, and not, not, not A waft of crotch sweat from a...

Barbaric Yawp

                  Barbaric Yawp His “poetry” is not so much a thing Of barbarism as it is bad Greek Or Roman oratory.  In its ring It has the sound of bombast.  No, not sleek, But more like overstated prose tricked out As verse on pages.  Rhetoric high-flown Quite...

Not

                                                                    Not “Rodrigo de Jerez and Luis de Torres are the first Europeans to observe smoking. It was on Cuba and Jerez becomes a staunch smoker, bringing the habit back with him to Spain. History of Tobacco in...

Feeling Like Eternity and Not Just the Golden Era

Feeling Like Eternity and Not Just the Golden Era That halo light from Hollywood shines down Across the decades.  Garbo’s eyes still glow And Marilyn enwrapped in glitter gown, The sequins spangled, neckline cut so low The breast bone almost passed between those...

A Skin-deep Sea in a Fake Heaven

     A Skin-deep Sea in a Fake Heaven The depths of shallowness are what the stars Dive into.  Starlit deeps make slickness glow Like Barbarella dressed for sex-grooved Mars, Or Marilyn with one leg raised to show The blue pool has not killed her yet.  Like Wilde...

Shirley Temple and Judy Garland’s Shoes

Shirley Temple and Judy Garland’s Shoes Some stars of Hollywood are eyes, all eyes, And some are legs.  A few are mouth and lips, Like Marilyn, spread open, hinting thighs Might hinge ajar for love above her hips And then the final view, not scarlet as The kiss would...