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More Pointed than Pantheism

More Pointed than Pantheism Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The god of gods appeared on earth today. He settled on a springtime tree—a crown Of whitest pink and petals came straight down From heaven. ...

A Gay Ole Time in Daisy-Circle Hell

A Gay Ole Time in Daisy-Circle Hell “Why does your vision linger there below Among those lost and mutilated shades?” He asked.  I stared at him.  Was he so slow? “It’s obvious.  None living in the glades Of heaven or in Purgatory now Is nearly so...

Foucault Addresses Barraqué After his Death

Foucault Addresses Barraqué After his Death Invisible inside sapphiric blue, Pale beauty was the hidden man.  Your need To hide–conceal yourself, seek to subdue All revelation of your soul, impede Not only others but your mouth and hand From searching out your...

Barraqué, Un Homme Piquant  comme Moi

Barraqué, Un Homme Piquant  comme Moi Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The newer teacher didn’t know me long Before he asked, “You are a tetchy friend, Aren’t you?”  Mais oui, I think that it is wrong...

    Each Autre

              Each Autre Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Four days apart their births and just a few Miles separating them, these two young men, Though geniuses, were destined not to screw Each other. ...

A Found Sonnet: Blue and Black Gemstones  

A Found Sonnet: Blue and Black Gemstones Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “I cannot accept this death.  It’s been some Years now since we’ve seen each other.  Rimbaud, Though (Arthur’s art and face),...

Four Hundred and Twenty  Some Odd Days

Four Hundred and Twenty  Some Odd Days Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem When genius lived in London, English brains Were unaware.  When genius loved among Them, drinking gin is what they did.  The...

Barraqué Breaks Off Their Love

Barraqué Breaks Off Their Love The breaking off of love is not a small Affair.  It’s not like breaking off a limb That’s hanging from a tree.  It’s not at all Like breaking off the singing of a hymn Because the practice isn’t going right. It’s more like sacrilege,...