The First Day In The TB Sanatorium 1956
This is the first in a trilogy of poems about my days in the TB San' 1956
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And I know if I do say "Black"
And I know if I do say "Black" It is eternal so Each yesterday evolves tomorrow Into a bleaker, weaker sorrow It is infernal woe These silences are thunder-hearted I cannot raise my lids
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Just a Word...
Just a word Two Or a few Nothing further from intellect and emotion and HOWL They'll break your heart Shat-shattered, empty Little feeling Like the day in September
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Gravity
Do you know how people say they wish they were in an alternate world? Then float...
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Run Away With My Smashed Heart
Why is it that sometimes my heart is pulled from me? Without my consent, my happiness is drowned and my hope smashed.
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What Is Love
What is love, but an everlasting ache For an unreachable heart? Oh why must I have been cursed With eyes that admire Only his; Lips that want no other sweet salt But his;
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Professor Jones Lectures on Death and Dying
There are many kinds of death and each one a child's. He quotes from Lucretius When death is, we are not at his right hand I drift through the last taboo unafraid of expiation.
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Room 3: The Seagram murals
Faced up to these transgressed boundaries you ask which one I’m drawn to; easier to show than admit this makes my sinews querulous.
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Somewhere near the Maricopas: Elizabeth Lucas-Taylor Interview
Everyone is unique--even the stinkers you meet along the way...
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Diamonds
I'm sat here waiting In the viscosity of time Just treading water No rhythm nor rhyme Picking up diamonds On a deserted island beach In case I get rescued In case there's a niche
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