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Tag: loneliness
‘What’ by James Schuyler
What’s in those pills?
After lunch and I can
hardly keep my eyes
open. Oh, for someone to
talk small talk with.
Even a dog would do.
Why are they hammering
iron outside? And what
is that generator whose
fierce hum comes in
the window? What is a
poem, anyway.
The daffodils, the heather
and the freesias all
speak to me. I speak
back, like St Francis
and the wolf of Gubbio.
Source: Schuyler, James. Collected Poems. New York: The Nooday Press, 1998. Print.
Teaching Literature in a Discredited Civilization
Wikipedia Poem, No. 496
houses on this dial paired
with one who dials out
and his block with many people on it
one who moves verges on this pair
one who dials out
a broad bruised hand
sitting on condescending they
are many
houses on a 5D model
apartment dwellers wrong laugh condescending
cry to the condescending cry
to the moon instead of death and 5D avenues
with many houses on a 5D model
apartment dwellers
in pairs
one who dials out and is weaker for it
a wrestler wrestlers stolen long neck
some on this block with many 5D vacancies
modeled after men crying under floorboards
one who dials out
pairs with many alcoholic halfway homes
just two letters
condescending to
gutlight catholics
5D model apartment dwellers with many missing hearts
Wikipedia Poem, No. 216
it would happen if
some imaginable
i’m going down
sixth avenue they
need a bae just say
sentiment right cruel
invite that worst imp
oyster i’m going packaged
neatly profused anxiety
i have murdered you
a total party in the yard
a public father’s day card
one birthday illustrated
an honest and fluent
negation of celebrity desires
i was clear and aggressive
this reflex of sorry all trying
i didn’t invite you to pleasure
Source:
- Dunham, Lena. “Sorry, Not Sorry: My Apology Addiction.” Huffington Post 27 May 2016. Web. 1 June 2016.
Wikipedia Poem, No. 58
“an investigation a piston someone investigating
the dark corners and brown plottings”
The court doing made his
soul wicked behavior
met in the courtroom Both had
tear to draw on
joined the child
not
preparing to take plot orders
visited
in Syria
only living men
who had
expired
He’s
an investigation
a piston someone investigating
the dark corners
and brown plottings We
was
wicked his visa
had similar work and
despairs
bloody-up
mass execution
strip
to the country
disappear
into clouds