Category Archives: poems

I know it’s spring

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I know it’s spring
because fruit flies drown in
small puddles formed around
the bathroom sink

and decapitated roaches lie
waiting for me
at dawn
the cat’s nightly amusement

and I eye the large rectangle of sun on
the carpet with longing
Soon I will have positioned myself there
on my back, following
as flowers do in summer
the sun arc across the sky

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England in 1819 America in 2017 by Percy Bysshe Shelley

 

An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying King;
Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who flow
Through public scorn,—mud from a muddy spring;
Rulers who neither see nor feel nor know,
But leechlike to their fainting country cling
Till they drop, blind in blood, without a blow.
A people starved and stabbed in th’ untilled field;
An army, whom liberticide and prey
Makes as a two-edged sword to all who wield;
Golden and sanguine laws which tempt and slay;
Religion Christless, Godless—a book sealed;
A senate, Time’s worst statute, unrepealed—
Are graves from which a glorious Phantom may
Burst, to illumine our tempestuous day.


At the Billionaire’s Birthday Party

 

At the billionaire’s birthday party there
were acrobats,
Olympic athletes doing tricks,
camels doing tricks.
There was talk of contentment
of harmony
of contributions to humanity.
Who made that speech?
I think it was the president of Yale.

 


Suburban

 

Suburban dreams float up above custom roofs
over the Canada geese summering in the golf course pond
over bulging church parking lots


Stopping by a Blog on a Slow Evening

 

 

Whose blog this is I think I know.
The style of writing surely shows.
He cannot stop from posting here;
He loves to see his readers grow.

My mini tab’ must think it queer
To stop without a reason clear.
With so much to surf on the net
The dullest evening of the year.

How many years since we first met?
It was the dawn of internet.
He then a private blog did keep
About his dog and student debt.

This blog of his is new and deep;
But I have better things to peep,
And much to surf before I sleep,
And much to surf before I sleep.