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This blog ran for more than two years with no graphics--and it received about 50 page views. I was advised to add graphics; after seeing the huge public that followed blogs dedicated to homoerotic images, I decided to use that kind. The result was a dramatically increased number of monthly page views, and the number has remained fairly steady. Most of the images were found on the internet; although they are assumed to be in the public domain, they are identified as far as possible. They are exhibited under the Fair Use protections of United States copyright law: their function is simply to attract readers to the poems--I receive no economic benefit from them or from the blog. Nevertheless, they will be removed if they are copyrighted and the owner so desires.

Friday, February 26, 2010

THE WORLD'S


I’m a dead letter,
Thrown in the mail with no destination,
No one to greet.

The world’s a theater, half empty.
I’m a ventriloquist's doll, thought to be
the magician’s assistant—on me
(manacled, fettered, locked in a box)
he practices fake levitations
and similar feats.

The world’s a Lost-and-Found
full of old watches and shoes and keys without locks.
I look around—
and I find
I’m lost.

The world’s an old carrousel
in an abandoned amusement park.
I’m a unicorn nailed to a pole,
a tiger impaled on a post,
in the dark.

The world’s an old burial ground.
All day people come and go,
come and stay
to pray before angels of stone.
The angels are looking away.
Me they don't see; I’m going,
I’m light, I’m disappearing,
I’m a ghost.

 


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Carrousel from http://dailyphotoparis.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html
Angel from http://www.fotopedia.com/wiki/Angel#!/items/egcedflhitn88-AvK0331soFA

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