The hairs upon my head stand up. They yank upright With silent, opened mouths, And I stand rooted to the drenching earth Beneath the close, mild moon, Wishing I could fly And that my face Could strike God dead. – Michael Graves
Category Archives: Poetry
evening prayer
o excellent banana! o date-lined passages, what parades and avenues, what figs of desire! o honeyed whiteness, o petticoats so white! preserve my eyes, dear heaven, preserve my sight! – Sylvan Esh
The Empire
On an island kingdom lying north of electroshock therapy materialism suffers spastic paralysis. The Egg People are the MLA sub-committee (of which Miss Horner was a member) attend to the coonversation and the civilizing of the Iroquois & Algonquins – De Villo Sloan
dancing with her
shuffling motionlessly across heaven while ballads for the starving play and everyone sings she presses close against me and i know what i’d rather have mad she is and cruel she is but want her anyway this one does special to many others she is not but magic and freshness she gives to me thrashing …
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by Walt Gebhart The old Black Ford Weighs a ton-and-a-half. G78-by15s on the front. L78-by-15s on the rear. 351 cubic inch Windsor V-8. Carries a payload of About a ton. When she’s stuck behind A row of Joe-go-slow’s on a Country road just hive her A clear oncoming lane. She’ll hit passing gear And kick …
penn chant
Forget What is Real
Forget what is real. Abolish sensibility. Go beyond your heart. Transcend your body and let your soul float into fantasy. Bathe in the river Styx and live in my world of never-ending dreams. – kmf
Slide
Her mud-hemmed gown abreeze, she slips weeping at our pond’s edge; a backyard swing rattles its chains and turns in dreams rust-eyed a boy balanced there. – Tassoni
Your Gentle Gestures
You tottered against my side In black fur ankle boots And sang: “O Lord, Won’t you buy me A Mercedes Benz.” As we crossed to the car Of a mutual friend I witnessed, half unwillingly, Your shining face, Your unbound hair, The metal belt around your hips, Your tiny lips, Your jeans, blue as the …
Matter
Winds sculpt leafy boughs. Water winds its way urchin to the land. Trees firm and strong kiss rain-storms in their delirious trance. She walks toward heaven delicately as a leaf. Her smiles are melodies from trees. Her laughter fresh as summering days, She is ever touching me. In those moments we are free. from notes …