Submitted by Benjamin Gorman on March 2, 2012
They tell me
that above the gray
there is no rain
the color is blue
a sun shines warm
Who can believe
such madness?
Submitted by Benjamin Gorman on February 29, 2012
I pour the olive oil on a small plate
white with a blue line just inside the rim
a line of summer sky
the oil a verdant promise of spring
expanding slowly like a change of seasons
or a lie passed from lips to ears
I grate the Parmesan cheese
into a snowdrift pile
at the opposite side of the plate
a different white, warmer
they are not fighters in their corners
they are lovers before the wedding
I tear a hunk of bread from the loaf
fat vicar hired for the service
crusty plump officiate
redolent of yeast and rosemary
one unabashed swirl marries oil to cheese
then consummation in the maw of desire
but, oh, a February wedding is all wrong!
Submitted by Benjamin Gorman on February 28, 2012
The covers held themselves up for me
inviting me into comfort
I resisted mightily
finding all manner of important things to do
like watch Leno's opening monologue
check my mutual fund price
send off an email
log on facebook for the twentieth time
I can hear the bed calling
siren song, lovely lullaby
but I resist, I dig in my heels
scratch off a few lines
Submitted by Benjamin Gorman on February 27, 2012
The poem for tonight
is a shambles
structure of clever phrases akimbo
crumbling walls of violent emotion
darting images like hungry dogs
all submerged in a dark pool
of swirling words words words
Just now it became Tuesday
a wave of new identity
sweeping the face of the world
like a fresh shadow
darkness layered
onto darkness
I'll need clever hounds indeed to track
what I seek in this chaos
Submitted by Benjamin Gorman on February 26, 2012
From a small distance
it seems a lighted dolls' house
segmented
compartmentalized
walls arbitrate function
bed-room
"this room is for sleeping"
dining-room
"this room is for eating"
it's like a game
the animated dolls inside
move from one space to another
changing purpose with place
acquiring meaning through location
"I am in the living-room"
the roof holding the walls together
the walls holding the dolls inside
the dolls holding themselves
and sometimes each other
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