from the archive; first posted January 13, 2013.
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Author: The Best American Poetry
from the archive; first posted January 13, 2013.
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Author: The Best American Poetry
We are in a revolving door Sensing what we are But trying to rotate In the direction Of what We want to be We reject acceptance The relative prosperity With wishes To be something else To be More than who we are To find the success Our culture defines For us As true and good…
Old Nellie and the Big Spiders After 4 July how quickly summer goes until Toward the end the big spiders come whom I love but more than love respect them for The web astonishments they each night build. Sure, I’d like to get a new wristwatch but How would my well-loved Timex feel as…
The Tribes The round table of prepositions jumps out at Valetsky. The triangular table of verbs kneels to Goldberg. The hexagonal table of adjectives opts for Kaminsky. The two-dimensional table of nouns carries on with Edelstein. The septagonal table of pronouns lifts off with Rabinovitch. The diagonal-cubic table of adverbs inclines towards Levine. The chessboard…
It’s that life’s stuck, Stuck in one place, Refusing to move forward, Each day passes as the same, Giving the same pain, Like a cassette playing the same tune, Life’s such a ruin. Deja vu all over, The same faces, The same expression, The same me. Sometimes I want to run away Even the clock…
Brancusi hinted it Giacometti stinted it Miró laughed at it Degas choreographed it Bosch hated it Bruegel skated it Watteau crêpe de chine covered it Manet gape to dine uncovered it Botticelli virgin Spring emerged Titian love-in fling resurged Kandinsky ignored it Gaugin adored it Renoir bathed his coquette in pink Bellows slathed hot sweat…
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