Lost Socks
Lost Socks
for Hal Robins
so much is written
about lost socks
the loosed twin
straying in the cosmos
by some miracles
returns
to find the other aged
perforated
What good is it for a man
to gain a sock
but lose his soul?
A Newt Peace
The newt of the news
is that
peace
s
l
i
p
p
e
r
y
as
it
may
be
appears at efte
the source of unknown origin
ever mute
ever metamorphosing
Note: efte; of unknown origin; old English name for newt.
Illegalism: The Poetry of Tomorrow
We’d run it off in small batches like moonshine
seven times distilled in glass alembic flask
its coil running thru cold mountain rivulet
gathered like dew on felt blankets dragged
at dawn across ragged meadows: potent poteen
its illegality a sign of grace.
There are bars in Harlem & shebeens
in Donegal where customers happily pay more
for ’shine than anything w/ the government chop
a) because it’s probably cleaner and
b) because a little crime is itself psychotropic.
Ways of looking at Insurance
It’s very “tender,” it fades like a bruise
in three days, tell me what it is or
I’ll gobble you up says the Sphinx.
Big gas guzzlers no longer seem so poignant
as in 1950-whatever. Not being anywhere
finally becomes tragic in itself.