Jeff Gangwer

Freshman - 504 Points (September 23,1984 / Hood River, Oregon)

Jeff Gangwer Poems

1. A Wave Of My Own Creation 5/11/2015
2. For My Polish Hotdog 5/11/2015
3. The Tired Peasant 5/11/2015
4. El Campesino Cansado 5/11/2015
5. The New Paradigm 5/11/2015
6. Two Tufts / Wrinkles And Makeup 5/11/2015
7. 'Mallows At The Coals 5/11/2015
8. Little Orange Devils 5/11/2015
9. Sometimes / Damn You 5/11/2015
10. Too Many Abuses 5/11/2015
11. Remember Me As A Moment In Time 5/11/2015
12. Beautiful Lies / Ugly Truths 5/11/2015
13. Ignition On Three Brain Cells 5/11/2015
14. The Sounds Of The House 5/11/2015
15. Soup And Salt 5/11/2015
16. It's Hard To Hate You 5/11/2015
17. Parked Motorcycles Like Big Red Buttons 5/11/2015
18. My Face 5/11/2015
19. A Drunken Buffoon 5/11/2015
20. Lost To The Darkness 5/11/2015
21. Raking Leaves 5/11/2015
22. We 5/11/2015
23. Another Bestseller 5/11/2015
24. An Apple Fell 5/11/2015
25. Everybody Stinks 5/11/2015
26. Waving To The Ugly Horse 5/11/2015
27. Misplaced Gifts 5/11/2015
28. These Doodles Help Me 5/11/2015
29. The Weeds Below 5/11/2015
30. Pioneers And Parade Floats 5/11/2015
31. On The Hook 5/11/2015
32. Doorways / Points Of Access 5/11/2015
33. Can I Just 5/11/2015
34. The Briefest Of Moments 5/11/2015
35. Crepuscular Rays 5/11/2015
36. That Scoop Of Ice Cream In The Dirt 5/11/2015
37. Three White Calla Lilies 5/11/2015
38. Tres Calas Blancas 5/11/2015
39. You’ve Heard These Afore 5/11/2015
40. A Lifetime In The Lines At Wal-Mart 5/11/2015
Best Poem of Jeff Gangwer

I Grew Up Watching Ed O’neill

I grew up watching Ed O’Neill,
But I only knew him as Al Bundy—
One of the most remarkably unremarkable protagonists
In the sordid history of Fox television sitcoms:
A husband, a father, a shoe salesman—
A guy with green in his teeth and sand in his wallet

Strangely, however, he never lost any of that;
He never lost Peg, Bud, Kelly, his shoe store occupation—or his legend:
He once scored four touchdowns in a single game for
The Polk High Panthers in the 1966 City Championship

In America, we root for the beer-drinking, nipple-loving losers—
The ...

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The New Paradigm

My loaded brush
flattens the white, latex paint
so it can cure
on the walls
and on the moldings

A perfect white—
a brilliant, smooth, solid film—
a new beginning—
and the new paradigm—
color,
protection,
and
texture

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