Poem #115 Public School

Public school

I don’t like the way it looks at me

I don’t like the way it talks to me

And I don’t like the way it lives.

Poem #114 Student

I am a person with nothing much to do:

Not talking

Not screaming

But I can’t afford to do nothing

Not smart enough

Being something is very hard on you

Being nothing is worse

Poem #113 certain miserable days

I once promised myself

That is not now likely to happen

I can see only the window

Capital, some people will tell you

It would be divided equally

Generation after generation

Let us take up obscure cases.

I can feel certain miserable days

Going over to sit inhabited good shots

Traditions for irregulars

Black leather walked with the old days

Entered their mess, possession of the

White heart races

Never told the burdensome of necessity

Dull his hearts passion with jealously

Clearly gallant captain hate

On the verge of wishing ways

Shocked silence –

A blackguarded to self-respect

It is the kind of screw

introduced by

turning

Into the world

Poem #112 I Loved My Friend

I loved my friend

Imperfectly understood

He went away from me

No one to blame for this

The odds against it are encouraging

Still I want to be happy

Until I know:  That line lies

I love my friend. 

Poem #108 Invented love in her better days

Invented love in her better days

Somewhere between nine and five

Luck let me laughs and I gave it as a gift

Worked us to time

Poem # 82 Shame Published Him the regular film of her fantasies

Maria,

In two letters from himself

Charm sounds in a fascinated little heart

Casting calls from a kind kisses

Shame published him,

The regular film of a her fantasies

famous enterprises, piracies

His biggest sham,

A schoolboy well-attended

with his rambles paper clipped his ears

direct the smaller shows

during his stay at Marias Theatrics. 

Poem #81 Strong Eyebrow Game

Directed digressions

holds an audience

A recent youth

wilting flower in a sidewalk crack

No, parishioner

A peppered morality

Eating fatty fries by the freeway

Often credited with a smile 

Only signed his first name

paper horizon of the seven Sins

no  prudence

no  justice,

no temperance

no courage

but a pompadour hairstyle

makes Amateur street photography

on the toilet

With a Varsity jacket

and a strong eyebrow game 

Poem #59 life to fit between the gaps

desperate idealists

twenty-one years old

civil war each tossed down

young man grateful

life to fit between the gaps

of hard work and leisure

cynicism he spent his decade

worry about eventually

a while the most casual observer

headlines turned thirty-six

together another pretty managed wreck

the same old Rome, Rome again

luck everything people called gods

trembling between the music

of the first three books

elaborate and moving

and despair on the other

himself to say as the world outside

ironies are the poet

maybe after a fashion

genius wreck strange unrealistic

the nightmare has come

Dionysus alone

attends rather naughty parties

Apollo a sort of private secretary

set off on premature council

others linger died freedom

of a culture

generation loved it

missed the point

one cannot blame

shredded society

fabricated philosophy

incurable sickness violent