gershon hepner Poems

My body’s Braille, but far less famous
than that attributed to Seamus.
I mean the body of my work,
that like a confidential clerk
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Secrets can transform
a friendship into love,
heating what is warm,
to levels far above
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Material man, like asteroids,
falls with a blast. Can’t last. Steroids
made sure he’d end up as a gonner,
sans reputation. Will Madonna
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I look into the mist and see
no glaring inconsistencys,
asleep, awake like Finnegan,
and ready to begin again,
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The cacti were in bloom that day
alive, though they’d appeared
as dead as rocks that round them lay,
by sun and hot wind seared.
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“Are you English? ” “Au contraire! ”
Beckett’s answer was quite fair.
Wait and take your cue from Godot:
let “contrary” be your motto.
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If you cannot sing a song
you may find that you can extract
the meaning if you try to act
the music to which words belong
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Motherhood that lasts beyond the cradle and the breast:
maternity.
Trading recklessly in hedge funds, hoping for the best:
modernity.
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Will the afterlife be any less
exasperating to us than the one
we have? Unless they give us an address,
how will we find a place to have some fun
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When I am feeling somewhat lazier
than poets tend to be I string
together verses, a fantasia
that beckons like the fantom ring
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