An ungainly giant basketballer To score must best a man yet taller. In such a crisis could he feel – like the More upward-looking and oft-blocked we, Of dunking celebrity long relieved – A scruffy bush ’neath pointy trees? … Read More ›
The Real World
Sombreros Vaqueros, Torn Jeans, Museums, Blowfish (Short Poems)
Sombreros Vaqueros I would not say to any of the men in the YMCA locker-room Who in the afternoon sit on stools or in old armchairs, watching TV: “You know you could be reading a book.” I think of… Read More ›
Just like that
Just like that The holidays were over, tourists gone And the café’s lone writer Who had been taking up valuable space Was again an old friend And for his generous tips insufficient Was now warmly thanked, Even blessed. 2… Read More ›
The Love Song of an American President
We begin somewhat gently, as many courtships begin. Dressed with more class, she wanted him, while naturally he Felt the clothes on his back—this was for him to decide. Not, said the young lady, if you want me for your… Read More ›
Postal workers, I too well know (holiday-season poem?)
New York postal clerk, don’t you know, That if my package open shows, You’ll make me tape it, aside— On some other counter, begrimed. And if I arrive package sealed, You’ll demand the tape be peeled— Expose the evils my… Read More ›
Afterwards
Afterwards we congratulated ourselves and surveyed what remained. Our most greatest of trials we had come through, with millions maimed Or poisoned or killed—by pollutants or war?—flags waving, we proclaimed, We were now stronger than ever and better equipped—with climate… Read More ›
Ode to Southern Californians (Their race is run?)
So dearly these people they loved their sun, Their eternal youth and happy ends, their cowboy guns, And on real-estate developing fast making mon- Aiyee! But of water they had none, And even others’ was bound to run… Read More ›
