Treasure Island

gershon hepner

(5 3 38 / leipzig)

Poems of gershon hepner

2701. wsah your hands 5/23/2008
2702. xenophile 2/20/2009
2703. xi shi's lament 6/12/2008
2704. years shall run 6/26/2005
2705. yellow brick road 5/11/2006
2706. yes we can 11/6/2008
2707. yes, nearly 10/4/2008
2708. yes, we'll have no bananas 6/18/2008
2709. yessir, she's no angel 7/13/2008
2710. yesterday 8/6/2006
2711. yips 8/20/2008
2712. yocknapatawpha 2/11/2010
2713. Yorick 10/17/2007
2714. yorick's skull 6/1/2007
2715. yoshiwara courtesans 3/14/2008
2716. you are my drug 9/11/2009
2717. You Cannot Change The Wind's Direction 6/1/2012
2718. you cannot resist 6/11/2008
2719. you can't do kabbalah 11/28/2008
2720. you can't get home from here 6/8/2012

descended from an ape

God, who can’t be recognized,
appears in an angelic form
to bible heroes most surprised
to learn that he is not the norm
that they’d expected, seeming human,
while cherubic in disguise,
which is a paradox few Jewmen
would figure out that God defies.
Leaving Esau, who was hairy,

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