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The Day Before the Morning After
A sudden blow: the great wings beating still.
It’s Zeus, and I forgot to take my pill!
Larkin’s Revenge
They fuck you up, your mum and dad,
but you write verse that ain’t so bad.
Almighty Diction
Glory be to God for dappled things,
Contradictions every poet sings!
The Rabble’s Revenge
Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We hoped that someone bold would shoot him down.
After Dante
I am one acquainted with the night,
like Dante, who got terza rima right.
After After Apple Picking
My long two-pointed ladder’s sticking through a tree:
Experimental apple grafting baffles me.
The Blond Assassin
I found a dimpled spider, fat and white:
Can it be frost that makes this morning rite?
What Comes Next?
After great pain, a formal feeling comes—
The Heartburn questions, Why? So one takes Tums.
All Washed Up
One day I wrote her name upon the strand.
She said, “You poets! Where’s the wedding band?”
[This message has been edited by RCL (edited January 10, 2004).]
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