The dance of the inhabitants should not Be misunderstood for what it is not. It is not ritual for that admits belief At least in magic of a sort. It…
“I love you. I am who I am because of you. You are every reason, every hope, and every dream I’ve ever had, and no matter what happens to us…
(for, Jay) Auden said it, About the Old Masters; About never being wrong, About suffering. You can see it in his face, the self-portraits, Even when a younger man We…
( The Model ) Hung between dawn and dusk, no afternoon Entertains what happens to a vagabond Of untended beliefs. Circumstance grows, Its tendrils find the waiting flesh soulless. They…
I feared things might turn out this way When we decided to dismember The merger we had made so long ago So that things which had been mine Had over…
Slowly, but abruptly, the Soaps of afternoons That lent an air of pathos to otherwise real life Realities of living ironing board lives Are ending, being canceled, not renewed for…
Night comes and brings with it Its anxiousness of words from day. Your hair floats as it always does Upon the cotton pillowcase’s weave. It spreads like waves of oxygen…
Never reveal the true meaning behind the stars Who can do nothing other than shine bright. There is some sin obscura they have committed Long ago and are left where…
The mind alone loves to play with How things appear to happen. Ten Witnesses to a crime have ten Completely different tales to tell. All their evidence is true but…
I Hear America Singing I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear, Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and strong, The carpenter singing…
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The Death of the Soaps
Slowly, but abruptly, the Soaps of afternoons That lent an air of pathos to otherwise real life Realities of living ironing board lives Are ending, being canceled, not renewed for…