gershon hepner Poems

If love’s not love until it’s lost,
when it can be transformed to art,
enjoying it entails a cost
which should cause artists to lose heart,
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Craft, faith and narrative all fuse,
creating medieval art;
if you add the inspiration of the muse
you get the Bible. À la carte,
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Knowing much must give way sooner
or later to the knowing of
much less, then nothing, like the lunar
cycle, full moon first, then half,
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The end of our exploring
occurs when we arrive
some place we find so boring
we don't know we're alive.
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If I can’t find in you what I
would love to have I’ll make
you up, and love you as I lie,
inventing for my sake
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Even on most lofty thrones
one’s only sitting on one’s ass,
and though our mouths make pleasant tomes
the other end emits foul gas,
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This poem is about a hormone which
may help prevent in seven years your itch.

Oxytocin tends to be released
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I’m up in the attic
and above, in my mind
the stench and the static
I leave far behind
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We need to draw a moral line,
and give up looking for another
hopefully more caring mother
and father, as did Coraline.
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Down my ladder to my moon,
landing on my lunar berth,
I’ll descend to meet you soon,
in the sunlight, down on earth.
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