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Author Archives: Ken Greenman
458 A poetry problem May, 2012
A problem with modern poetry: it purposefully finds its divinity in obscurity while I try to ignore obscurity in divinity, creating a simple theology, enough to live on, bequeathing the rest to the Dog to worry.
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457 Private. Keep out. May, 2012
I love you, Babe. Am jealous to rage of anything or body who violates our sequesterings with their woes of life or their time in tatters. I don’t care! All that matters, you, your rhythmic breaths, your hand on my … Continue reading
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456 lights out May, 2012
Don’t ask me to turn out the lights, not yet. I’d rather look at you, cacooned in blankets, eyes drowsing in sleep, than lie awake, blind in the night, the prickling darkness on the back of my neck like so … Continue reading
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455 The real pains in the ass. May, 2012
Human bein’s ain’t bad in the aggregate. It takes the individual to really aggravate.
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454 Yard sale May, 2012
There is a yard sale going on at the Asylum today. The clinicians are giving their patients away. The skitzos are going, buy one get one free. Paranoids, well, buy 3. 2 will be broken. Savants are sold, pianos included. … Continue reading
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453 History, as we know it, with thanks of Thornton Wilder May, 2012
Historians will be things of the past in the future. The present won’t become history as we know it. Placing the bible, shakespeare, the new york times, a copy of our town in a citibank cornerstone will be as anachronistic … Continue reading
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452 Dickenson the bloody May, 2012
Emily was a vampire! Shy, retiring, brutally destructive, sucking depleted, weakened words from poets lexicon, shocking their crawling pulses, leaving space in the arteries for flow of new red cells which she would watch with yellow eye and loaded gun, … Continue reading
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451 Choose the necessaries May, 2012
I could write a poem. I could shift my laundry from washer to dryer. Both acts imperative. One, creative, one practical. Doing them both renders me ready for living into tomorrow. The wash dried so I won’t be naked. The … Continue reading
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450 Last link May, 2012
Love is my last link, restraining me from insanity. Make no mistake. If that link would break, I slip beneath a dark sea to never wake.
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449 Remembering the Unforgettable May, 2012
Sabbath can not be kept at bay by mere belief. It devours us, drowns us in holy water and mystery. We cannot escape it, even in worship.
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