gershon hepner Poems

Who was the man who sat last night
at the table next to ours,
trying to impress, but quite
as fallen as Trade Center Towers?
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As easily as right keys turn
the tumblers of a lock
we kiss each other as we burn
with equal love, and shock
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Man’s quintessence being dust,
Hamlet felt that he could trust
no man as friend, for all could sow
betrayal, save Horatio.
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“How lovely in the garden are your eyes,
your lips, your mouth, your breasts, you legs! ” I say,
but she rejects my comments: “Is it wise
to comment about parts that I display
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Baseball runners like a herd
storming the first base,
reach the second and the third.
Pitchers whom they face
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Revered as books some have collected, our
relationship is one through which we browse
each day; it is a cut but unpressed flower
we treasure like the love that we espouse.
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A Briton, not a Teuton, he
on physic’s laws made mutiny.
For falling apples avid, he
discovered laws of gravity,
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He always looks as though he is about
to take the clothes off women that he meets,
then hesitates, as if he had a bout
of flu, or maybe hasn’t changed his sheets,
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Common Era, around Fifty-five,
vivid portrait on encaustic,
looks as though she really is alive,
far too early to be Gnostic.
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Richard Strauss the composer was born
to the sound of his father’s old horn.
All his life well disposed
to its sound, he composed,
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