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Subconscious

              Subconscious The deepest part of memory is a trench, The black of seabed wound.  The strangest part Is not the darkness or the tides that wrench The conscious mind.  No.  Claws and teeth that smart The brain convulsively come up to bite Or tear at us in...

Miles and Miles

          Miles and Miles Miles, Miles ahead of every other one In beauty, he is lovely, perfect, great Like Gabriel when bowing to the Son Enclosed in Mary.  Miles is as a gate Set down like gold in heaven in the wall Meant as a bar to Paradise and joys In bliss...

Night Brain

             Night Brain In dreams impossibilities are rife. A human haunts us with his eyes, both closed And open, both at once.  A faithful wife We left for fling and fun is there transposed To be our mother too.  The man who raped Us as a child is kindly in abuse...

An Absolute Poem

        An Absolute Poem “Its evocation will not be toward decoration or amusement, but rather toward a state of consciousness, an ‘innocence’ (Blake) or absolute beauty.” ~ Hart Crane, “Aims and Purposes” We dream of promenading streets of gold, A gold so perfect...

Trump as Stupid Indignant Funny Donald Fuck

Trump as Stupid Indignant Funny Donald Fuck I’m glad that we’ve elected Donald Trump Apprentice president.  We tune in, watch His many failures, sneering at the chump. Now almost every day he makes a splotch On decency.  A rump of voters hired The clown and now no...

Glory, not the Mundane

        Glory, not the Mundane Why let the facts invade the realm of beauty? The truth is not the point, or rather Truth Is sovereign.  It is the poet’s duty To cut through ugliness to regal youth And highest glories, not to serve glib facts. The loveliness of lively...

Potidaea and Delium

          Potidaea and Delium There was a time philosophers and those They taught were men on battlegrounds.  They fought Together, side by side.  There was no pose (About butch fortitude) in fancy thought— They did it sword and shield and spear and brawn. And if they...

Self-knowledge, Selfish Knowledge

Self-knowledge, Selfish Knowledge “Socrates was once asked why it was that Alcibiades, who was so brilliant, beautiful, rich, and high in society was so unhappy. Socrates answered, ‘Because wherever Alcibiades goes, Alcibiades is there.’” This Alcibiades could cry...