Two Poems

Two Poems

    I wish to say             I wish to say that I resent           the way my life becomes           a muddling of circling           a circling of muddling           a circle of muddles           in a muddle of circles                      I wish to say it...
Three Poems

Three Poems

    Moloch, whose Drones             On and on and on           Endless war—           Bombs strewn everywhere—           Hydrogen jukebox an old tune           Before incoming drones, fire from the sky           Chosen weapon of politicians           And video-gamers...
Two Poems

Two Poems

    Light Control             I have never been inside myself           Another place wants me dead           It is built in a ring around my core           Like asking a donut how to live           It can only cry and be eaten           Don’t you see           Angels...
Two Poems

Two Poems

    The Guggenheim Fellowship Poem             Do they still write “The Guggenheim Fellowship Poem,”           which takes place in Italy–in Venice, often, but sometimes Florence           with side trips to Siena, and maybe Arezzo, and certainly Ravenna,...
Milwaukee Was Ugly

Milwaukee Was Ugly

             It was light gray.          My father was the mayor.          I never wanted him to die.          You would have loved my dad.          He would have bought you a drink.          He would have brushed up against your tits.          Exactly the type of man...
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