Social Poems Political Poems

I believe the most enthusiastic reader of my poetry may have died today having never read it at all he fell out of the sixth story window of a friend's apartment in New York City, a budding poet himself he was sipping tea from a broken cup then leaned back to far and that was it

this poem has made itself available for the reader's projection (that means you) the space immediately following this text is the most significant part as it is where what you yearn for most can be deposited as an image with the knowledge that yearning is inevitable and GOOD for it is a great way to know how deeply we care (imagine here)

the first caller gets to rummage through my mind and pick out as many words as possible in ten minutes

this poem is a tribute to all poetry (books of it) shoved in boxes in goodwill stores looked at in amusement never to be read countless reflections of aching hearts with no choice over the form of their expression tenderness overlooked for something more pressing