gershon hepner Poems

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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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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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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A hunter of women, and fowl and libretti,
Puccini relied on his maids for spaghetti;
he stayed with Elvira when he learned that Corinna
had cheated on him while preparing for dinner.
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Two nudes in different rooms,
two women wearing
silly hats: four wombs.
I am comparing
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In Beijing’s ancient labyrinths,
the hutongs, lined with terebinths,
siheyuangs the leaders call
dilapidated housing, sprawl,
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With the end of the affair
you recognize the bitter truths
that can’t be recognized before
denouments. Lovers are not sleuths,
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A wife’s heart is like water in a well that’s old,
but when it is aroused it turns to steam
and cracks the surface of a husband who is cold,
repairing it with cooling vapors of her dream.
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