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Econo Motel, Ocean City

© Daisy Fried

Korean monster movie on the SyFy channel,

lurid Dora the Explorer blanket draped tentlike

The House Of Dust: Part 03: 03:

The lamplit page is turned, the dream forgotten;
The music changes tone, you wake, remember
Deep worlds you lived before,deep worlds hereafter
Of leaf on falling leaf, music on music,
Rain and sorrow and wind and dust and laughter.

A-

© Samuel Menashe

A-

round

Limerick: There was an Old Person of Tring

© Edward Lear

There was an Old Person of Tring,
Who embellished his nose with a ring;
Ha gazed at the moon
Every evening in June,
That ecstatic Old Person in Tring.

Venus and the Ark

© Anne Sexton

The missile to launch a missile

was almost a secret.

There’s only one natural death, and even that’s Bedcide For the post-mortem amusement of Richard Brautigan

© Edward Dorn

A B H O R E N C E S
November 10, 1984

To. W. P.

© George Santayana

I

Calm was the sea to which your course you kept,

All nature has a feeling

© John Clare

All nature has a feeling: woods, fields, brooks

Are life eternal: and in silence they

The Aeneid of Virgil: Book 10

© Publius Vergilius Maro

THE GATES of heavn unfold: Jove summons all

The gods to council in the common hall.

Hildebrand, Who was frightened by a Passing Motor, and was brought to Reason.

© Hilaire Belloc

"Oh murder! What was that, Papa!"
"My child, It was a Motor-Car,
A most Ingenious Toy!
Designed to Captivate and Charm
Much rather than to rouse Alarm
In any English Boy.

Oh, Heavy, Heavy My Despair

© Paul Verlaine

Oh, heavy, heavy my despair,

Because, because of One so fair.

Before Sextet

© Bernadette Mayer

Put conductor on as soon as
pen name is hard
be sure rolled-up ringworm is on
the outspokenness. And leave
space suit at tire to hold
semi-final when you come

A Credo

© William Makepeace Thackeray

I.

For the sole edification

Secret Life

© Li-Young Lee

Alone with time, he waits for his parents to wake,

a boy growing old at the dining room table,

The Sprits Of Light And Darkness

As from the evil good
Springs like a fire,
As bland beatitude
Wells from the dire,
So was the Chaos brood
Of us the sire.

‘The Opal Sea’

An inland sea – blue as a sapphire – set

Within a sparkling, emerald mountain chain

The Fabric of Life

© Kay Ryan

hurts working far past
the locus of rupture,
attacking threads
far beyond anything
we would have said
connects.

Society

© Ezra Pound

The family position was waning,
And on this account the little Aurelia,
Who had laughed on eighteen summers,
Now bears the palsied contact of Phidippus.

I wave good-bye when butter flies

and cheer a boxing match,