Apparition Poem #1180 in Scud

 Apparition Poem #1180 in Scud. 

Something Solid: Aughts Philly: Dresser in Lothlorien Poetry Journal

 Dresser, from the Aughts Philly section of Something Solid, in Lothlorien Poetry Journal. 

Deep Wood's Woven Shade: Apparition Poem #1208

 

You bed down in a sty,
squeeze out your mind
like a rag, catch water
(usually greasy) in tins,
mix them up (murkiness
is not undesired), add an
edge of cyanide (or gin),
yet you know all the time
none of this will do much
good, or anything at all,
most of it is destined as
bricks in no wall, thus
does the blood spill, but
when you heal, how you
grab the sun & moon places
you where chemicals beg
your brain for admittance—

P.F.S.: Correspondence (2005)

Good morning! I have one request: again, please PLEASE do not brag to Gruberg about you and me banging!!! No way! I may be accidentally sleeping my way through Philadelphia's literary scene- and it's none of his business anyway- but no matter how much you dislike the guy, please don't gloat! Whatever purposes I am good for- I am not to be used for gloating purposes. 

Muchos gracias,
Hannah

Come on & give me some credit! I'm a pretty classy guy, & I have no intention of saying anything to Nick. Why would I? I'm an adult, & I know how to keep things to myself when necessary. I've been avoiding Nick anyway. Also, you should know I had a great time. You're a wonderful lover. 

Best,
Adam

What a sweet thing to say! I'm so glad you think so. I woke up in the morning thinking: Dear God, I must have been awful, there's nothing worse than having sex with someone so drunk they have lost all coordination. Besides, I had that roast beef sandwich to compete with. 

Yours,
Hannah

Apparition Poem #1342 (for Jenny Kanzler)

What’s in what eyes?
What I see in hers is
mixed greenish silence,
somewhat garish, it’s
past girlish (not much),
but I can’t touch her
flesh (set to self-destruct),
anymore than she can
understand the book
her cunt is, that no one
reads directly, or speaks
of, there’s no love other
than “could be,” but I
think of her throat cut—
that’s her slice of smut.

Apparition Poem #557

 Another denver syntax (24) moment, and one singled out for Abby Heller-Burnham. 

Apparition Poem #1473 (2)

A post-script to the first post regarding #1473 in denver syntax. A bit flippant, I think, to use the randy pic of Mary & I for #1473, when the target of the piece, as I had to re-remember, was more Julia B(rodsky), shown here. What we have is 2008-ism, Year of the Rat-ism, as I attempted to come to terms with a failed marriage and move forward along any opening vista I could. Julia, who began as my student at Temple and also worked at the Center City boutique South Moon Under, engendered a very raw reaction in, and from, me, even as our tryst, disappointingly, didn't wind up leading to a marriage, as is explored, with some rawness, in #1488.