I who grew up
gnawing on books,
as some kids
gnaw
on bubble gum,
who married disastrously
not once
but three times,
yet have a lovely daughter
I would not undo
for all the dope
in California.
Fear was my element,
fear my contagion.
I swam in it
till I became
immune.
The plane takes off
& I laugh aloud.
Call me courageous.
I am still alive.
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It used to be hard
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The universe (which others call the library). . .
Books which are stitched up the center with coarse white threadBooks on the beach with sunglass-colored pagesBooks about food with pictures of weeping grapefruitsBooks about baking bread with browned cornersBooks about long-haired Frenchmen with uncut pagesBooks of erotic engravings with pages that stickBooks about inns whose stars have sputtered outBooks of illuminations surrounded by darknessBooks…
A Bespectacled Artist Called Lear
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A man so sick that the sexual soup
the chicken soup of sexwhich cures everything:tossed mane of noodles,bits of pale white meat.the globules of yellow fatlike love…But he is a man so sickno soup can save him.His throat has healed into a scar.Rage fills his guts.He wants to diet on dust.I offered to feed him(spoon by spoon)myself.I offered my belly as a bowl.I…
On the first night
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When there is an election-
Just at your door.
In all other days of the years
You live
Where you had been,
But I am no more seen.
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Oh Papa..
Love for the beautiful –A baby or a flower,A girl or a river,The ocean or the sky,The deep or the high.A landscape akin or alien,A new thought,A novel idea orA soothing vibrationEmanating from sourcesStrange and unknown!
Time was a river
We were towns apartFor the remaining days.Seasons made it toughTo weep just for you,For I had to be a son,For my yelling mom too.I had to bring her a maid,A loving cook and a nurse,How could have I shedMy tears of youth years?There lies the collegeWhere our eyes watched,Behind lagged the phase,When the dream egg…
Apes are the lawyers
And try to win it.
The first walk is thrilling
Warm embraces of mum awaits.