Squalid Glass

As Is The Sea Marvelous
by e.e. cummings
as is the sea marvelous
from god’s
hands which sent her forth
to sleep upon the world

and the earth withers
the moon crumbles
one by one
stars flutter into dust

but the sea
does not change
and she goes forth out of hands and
she returns into hands

and is with sleep….

love,
the breaking

of your
soul
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Another revamp of an old poem. Eliminated about three stanzas and added some rhymes.

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Death in the Long Grass
After Emily Dickinson

My father’s favorite book –
hardback edition –
the crisp pages a sandy sort of color.

The green perched stems of grass rise on the cover
and subtly morph into roasted, yellow death.
A lion – steady,
just off center – is hidden by the stems.
The ...

This is a little deposit of short poems. Most of these are completely cut down versions of older poems. I find this editing style works nicely for me.

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A Man


Someone lives near the edge –
(a man who runs about the clouds)
leaps off the ledge in graceful bounds.

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Death


Death is the cold room
where shades are drawn
and ...

A few years ago I posted the original few drafts of this poem. Now I have edited it a ton and am wondering how it sounds. I decided to take the original form and add rhymes to it. I don't know if abbaab is a form, so if anyone knows, let me know! Thoughts are welcome, thanks!

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Because
(After Yannis Ritsos)


Because the line of Chevy’s smoking Marlboros in the cold street.
Because of snow angles flapping in ...

Back to work now. A little piece about contrast.

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Looking for New Bedding in Wal-Mart at Night


What an interesting place,
this suburban church of commerce –
where thirteen-year olds sport short shorts
and baby bumps – and nearby,
beautiful people model themselves
in ten-dollar jeans. This place,
where some aisles are fashion runways,
and others are back alley throwaways.

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