gershon hepner Poems

I wander lonely as a shroud,
and, unmiraculous, my face
makes no impression on the crowd
because it lacks all signs of grace,
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Wordsworth wrote while walking over gravel,
in straight lines that prevented interruptions,
despite the fact his spirit used to travel
towards the recollection of eruptions
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Princess Di, the saint of kitsch,
public dirty-washing rinser,
seemingly has found her niche,
threatening the House of Windsor,
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The death she died was meretricious,
while seated in a limo.
She looked delightful and delicious,
but really was a bimbo
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She lived by publicity, died when she tried
to evade the photographers’ cameras;
narcissistic princesses aren’t able to hide
when amorous, if they are glamorous.
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The hate that dare not speak its name,
the hate that Muslims feel for Jews,
has now become the very same
that Nazis demonstrated––views
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Although he tried, he couldn’t make the leap
of unfaith, since it gave him less relief
when wading in its waters, hardly deep,
he found, as those he swam in with belief.
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Some believe that they’ve been put in charge
of all the shows that God’s supposed to run.
Leonard Cohen doesn’t, but a large
proportion of us think we are the one
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In the heartless suburbs all intrigues are bound-
less, and the wives and wounded children of divorces
are made by therapists and counselors more sound,
disasters generally attributed to sources
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FROM THE DEAD SPOT

Ultimate adjudicators
did not like his attitude,
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