Jan Sand

Rookie - 58 Points (February 2 1926 / USA)

Jan Sand Poems

121. The Sea 5/18/2013
122. The Sea Of Night 5/19/2013
123. The Skill 5/21/2013
124. The Speed Of Light 5/21/2013
125. The Thrush 5/21/2013
126. The Visitor 5/19/2013
127. The World Awry 5/19/2013
128. The Young Pheasant 5/21/2013
129. Thesaurus Rex 5/18/2013
130. To Mate 5/19/2013
131. Touch 5/21/2013
132. Toy Victory 5/19/2013
133. Transience 5/21/2013
134. Typing 5/18/2013
135. Up There, Down Here 5/21/2013
136. Visiting 5/20/2013
137. Wednesday 5/21/2013
138. Winter Population 5/19/2013
139. Wordsmith 5/21/2013
140. Year's End 5/21/2013
Best Poem of Jan Sand


Split me in two
And spread the gash.
There, between the pillows
Of my lungs, tangled
In my intestines, buried
In the gory gelatine,
You will find my dead son.
Blue eyes like punched out sky.
His mind could cut patterns
From the world more intricate

Than the fretting in a Muslim temple.
At age two, his angers
Could shred the air
With black knives.
At three, an idiot Israeli
Tossed him fifteen feet
With the snout of a red sports car.
He lived thirty years
With a machine for lungs.
His body, twisted and confused,
Blundered ...

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Going Postal

To fold a cat
It must be flat
So that, one could hope,
To put it in an envelope
And mail it to a destination
With very little explanation.

Cats do not appreciate
This flat compressive state

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