Poem of the Day
Nonbeing
By Miraji
Should the gusts of wind come this way then tell them
There’s nothing here that they could take away with them
There’s nothing here that someone could look at and think:
If only this were ours, too
Sonnet: Against Entropy
By Tom Clark
It is a loose sleeve whose hair wraps the
Bedouin on his pony and then slings him
Into the wind, always to be a monad
Recording Test Poem
By Tom Clark
Everything turns into tape. It (check one)
puts the multiples on a loop (1)
reduces all numbers to one (2)
The Birth and Death of the Sun
By Jim Carroll
Now the trees tempt
the young girl below them
These Anemones, Their Song Is Made Up As They Float Along
By Laurance Wieder
In 1954, in June
I saw a total eclipse of the sun by the moon.
I saw the flowers fold up, the birds
Some Talk Of Us
By J. P. Webster
If the generation wither
twinkling slinky, our of which
how should I
Drops
By Lewis Warsh
17 floors
above 8th Avenue
in an apartment in 1962
*Baby Breakdown*
By Anne Waldman
lumbering logging lonesome
lugging muggy weather
numbs my brain
Crazy Otto
By Ron Padgett
Tonight the
light is
right
Two Poems
By Gerard Malanga
I speak of one whose triumph
is like his own despair
“a prison we all carry”;
Copley Square
By John Koethe
Up-and-down shafts of light brick
Lift occupants up into prisms or roofs
Of green copper, and then embark on the sky.