gershon hepner Poems

Once we’ve finished skinning our own skunk
with poetic words with which we’re drunk
and find that there is little more to tell
about the miserable, immortal smell
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Poetic lovers who do not achieve
the consummation of poetic bliss
with cyber-correspondence may believe
that consummation comes not from a kiss,
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October is where bears all go to die,
and where the people who are long get harried;
November is where the bulls all find a high
in markets where the longs and shorts get married.
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Do not believe your lying eyes,
but trust the words of poets who
see all things in the world as lies
whose nuances make them sound true.
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The unperceptive who believe
in magic will be thrilled,
but such beliefs will not relieve
the ones whose hearts are filled
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Trespasses, trangressions, transformation
into Elysium of what’s deemed illicit,
can be the tripos on which sublimation
may rest with all the pleasure you elicit
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Of the future I’m a fan,
yet, when hearing, “Yes We Can! ”
I wonder if such mantra may
confuse the issue of the day,
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Escaping into solitude,
avoiding hunters’ need to roam,
I long for the latitude
to find my longitude, my home,
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Some poems like a meteorite
may dazzle when they fall,
but in the dawn’s dull early light
can anyone recall
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Man cannot milk a star that shines
in galaxies in milky ways,
but can milk love, when he entwines,
unstar-crossed, trying to amaze,
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