Poetry
After class Thursday nights the students meet at the Philosopher’s Club. It’s right around the corner from the streetcar tracks at the West Portal tunnel. No one bothers to check I.D.s. Five or six of …
I think you’re wonderful. I’m driving my car and your name is on every mailbox. I’m kissing you and my shoes crawl away in darkness, sweet gadgets sing in my wrists, the life I dumped …
It shows up one summer in a greatcoat, storms through the house confiscating, says it must be paid and quickly, says it must take everything. Your children stare into their cornflakes, your wife whispers only …
for Clarissa My last love leapt into my life like a trapeze artist, flying across the air, arms outstretched, reaching toward me and I caught her, giving the crowd a scare. I took her quickly …
Only until this cigarette is ended, A little moment at the end of all, While on the floor the quiet ashes fall, And in the firelight to a lance extended, Bizarrely with the jazzing music …
Below the towers, under the arcades, I wander through Prague late at night. The sky is an alembic distilling gold in the dark — an alchemist’s still over a deep-blue flame. I walk down the …
She leaves messages on my answering machine, asks for my help, tells me things I’d rather not know: her microwave clock is stuck on 12:00, the computer’s screwing up, there’s a book she can’t find, …
Ten minutes now I have been looking at this. I have gone by here before and wondered about it. This is a bronze memorial of a famous general Riding horseback with a flag and a …
How long will you keep on crying, “Where’s my remedy? Where’s my cure?” Whoever it is that’s making you search for a remedy, go look for him. How long will you stay mired in sadness, …
Dear Uterus, We’ve not been formally introduced. Oh, well. Who wants to meet a lover at a funeral? Old cozy blanket, fuzzy mitten, coffee pot simmering behind my stomach wall, out of sight, like my …
Note from Lover Number 403 These photons traveled 13 billion years So you could see them on your laptop screen Ten thousand blips of light, each one A galaxy in its own right, each one …
Concentration’s shot, my mind is full of light, my fingers smell deeper than honey. My heart is in my thighs, my groin — you don’t even want to know — it’s in my knees, my …
Out through the fields and the woods And over the walls I have wended; I have climbed the hills of view And looked at the world and descended; I have come by the highway home, …