Monthly Archives: October 2011

Sonnet XIII

All quiet on the southern front.
The Weather Report: Sunny, a warm afternoon
shockingly orange, invitingly
meandering, immensely imposing                Watch out
for falling stars!        In Paris, piety and purity
when I needed help,             I got propaganda
—luxury taxis   toxic dispatches  and noisy
death machines        Gleaming city rising from ruins.
Can’t hide scars of war. Cold and white.
The vampire look just won’t die! Plaids notwithstanding,
A creative surprise   No room to waste    Home,
all the things he is and isn’t
Today—just the highlights, please I have
No room to waste

 

 

*Composed from rearranging titles of articles from The New York Times October 6, 2011 edition.

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Sonnet XII

Hello darling. It’s John.
You are filling up the air,
these poems  Everything
is in the poems         The weather is

the weather I brought with me.
A rain’s falling. It’s 2. a.m. October 19, 2011.
The world’s all red
wine and empty

I will bring  you yesterday and
place myself in your palm,
in your mouth.

I love you
but it’s difficult to
stop     writing

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Sonnet XI

XI

 

I’ve been trying to find a new mouth.
“I am currently suspicious
“of everyone    Outside
outside myself             There’s a world—

The world’s you.
“You are bright           tremendous    wow.
You are filling up the air,
these poems
I feel
you in each moment  where everything   happens.
Bring me spring and I’ll bring
you bluebells and sunned cherry trees
I will go as far as the happy mountains and bring
you rustic flowers of kisses

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Sonnet X

X

 

I want to become myself
among a multiplicity of memory
I’ve been trying to find a new mouth
“I’m interested in discovery
I refuse to get excited            We have Disney World
and the atom bomb    What else do we need?
Let terror twist the world!
“I’m not interested in staying nor going
“I hear the dim iron dawn yawning   Out there
in the dark      with a certain strangeness
“Everything is in the poems    Oh forgive me
“I am currently suspicious of everyone
“all beauty       resonance        integrity
“and regard nothing very highly

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