charm

charming
like an apple
-twinkling apple-
it's charming
so unlike
smell-of-a-skunk
-you're charming, reader-


shy!
like charming under covers
less like an apple
more like a pear
to charm
to think of others:
treasure!

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A HILL
      FRANK O'HARA


Yes, it's disgusting
when you lose
control, but my
wilderness is love


of a kind, no?
And the purity
of my confusion is
there, it's poetry


in love with you
along with me,
both of us love you
in the same "My!"


Yes, but don't be
scared; poetry
is intangible and
there's no purity


in me
outside of love,
which you can easily wreck
and I can lose.


Clouds pass in
my notorious eye
but you, through
all, I see.




POEM
      FRANK O'HARA


When your left arm twitches
it's like sunlight on sugar
to me and my tongue seeks
the sea of your skin, its oily
calm of green light on the floor
of the ocean
                     as in parting,
there's a flutter between us
while I haul down a flag and
you look absently out of
my heart so you won't see
what light one fears in the
sea that I don't want you
to know is of you in me

Now and Forever

by A. Ginsberg, 1992


I'll settle for Immortality-
Not thru the body
    Not thru the eyes
        Star-spangled high mountains
            waning moon over Aspen peaks
But thru words, thru the breath
        of long sentences
loves I have, heart beating
        still,
inspiration continuous, exhalation of
        cadenced affection
These immortal survive America,
            survive the fall of States
        Departure of my body,
            mouth dumb dust
This verse broadcasts desire,
            accomplishment of Desire
Now and forever boys can read
            girls dream, old men cry
Old women sigh
            youth still come.

stars

stars in your circulation
perfect
hm
passion
allusions of life
around you
aberration


still - 
love
and want enough to need
wont to live


"too kind" pity
my sourceless veins


bitter-free-impropriety


design butchering decisions
false skins unhinged
die with me




hm
wont to live
yet death seems promising
death with shoes, at least
life is love and absence death?


(when one realizes he is mostly meaningless yet still somehow loved
nothing changes)


still - 
love or life
why can't it be neither?
they both always interfere
interfering interjections
like the words
"die with me"
and "finish"


stars again
feelings aside
my feelings inside
are stars for stars
enough, yes
hope and agree.

green, grass eyes

your green - grass eyes
healthy, watered, but
dry and bright - reflecting
the sunlight, smiling

Passion for the Sky

by Joseph Ceravolo


You are near me. The night
is rectilinear and light
in the new lipstick
on your mouth and on the colored
flowers. The irises are blue.
As far as I look we are across. A
boat crosses by. There is no monkey in me
left: sleep. There is something
sold, lemons. Corn is whizzing from the
ground. You are sleeping
and day starts its lipstick.
Where do we go from here?
Blue irises.

honey

honey

-sweet, delicious, and delightful-

I

leg bruises from

night knees

sentimental items

sleepy eyes

who can believe in

choice, with no voice

who's is that?

that hair

honey, you're a catch

honey, you know what

I don't think I've ever

seen you before and

I might as well

love you.

Whether you want me

to or not.

honey do you know

what dreams are

dreams are the

green eyes, hazel eyes,

brown, brown, brown eyes

your brown, honey eyes

(yum!)  (?)

I don't see

why I shouldn't

love you.

Well, from someone

else's perspective I do

but not from mine.

honey we've got time

II

honey, remember

that part about dreams

I was out of my mind

and it's a sin to waste time

well, as far as dreams,

as far as I can tell,

there's a reality too

and I can't tell you

much about either

or certainly

which one we're in

and for that

I'm to blame

but

if it's all the same

I like it that way

III

oh man

I said it's a sin to waste time

and that's true, but

I was out of my mind

and honey, I don't mean that

at all about you

this is about time, and space

and feeling out of place of both

like pain that doesn't hurt but

you know it should and you

want to feel it and feel where

its coming from and feel where

its hitting and feel where

it slams you into place

and time

I want that pain

honey, you know?

The Breather

by Paul Muldoon ("Moy Sand and Gravel")


Think of this gravestone
as a long, low chair
strategically placed
at a turn in the stair.

Havoc send softness

remind authorities: strength through weakness

remind authorities: submission

remind authorities: bliss through havoc

send softness

do no be lonely - do not be hated

send softness, remember

there is nothing like a mother

women - be mothers

men - love mothers

let your skin be sunned

let your heart be watered

rest /// your restless soul

inside your heart

uncomfortable pain and blind desire

inside your heart

radiant universe and flesh and blood

inside your heart

communal, holy, burning fire

neverending endless

beginnings never

release the

newness of being

Blush

What is this advertisement maze!
    advertising everlasting hours
advertising various, culturally meaningless
    ways - even in a meaningless culture -
I need a life lasting days


Smoking cancerous violently gentle women
    feelings - ah, yass - for a while
Love! you child! I'm the woeful wisest
    juvenile - even in an uncultivatable culture
I need your -guts- to help me smile


Outside is meaningless mass
    its insides - all of us - always ALWAYS
I've seen my insides - "Fast!"
    fight! I'm meaninglessly abashed
I need need (need) more Light


My heart is greeeeeen and lush
    and veiny and attached - yes
always attached - "just" "like" "a leaf"
    my leaf's a blush, hushing /// the world
blushing for life and light and - ah -