Jeff Gangwer

Rookie - 483 Points (September 23,1984 / Hood River, Oregon)

Jeff Gangwer Poems

1. Lost To The Darkness 5/11/2015
2. Raking Leaves 5/11/2015
3. We 5/11/2015
4. Another Bestseller 5/11/2015
5. An Apple Fell 5/11/2015
6. Everybody Stinks 5/11/2015
7. Waving To The Ugly Horse 5/11/2015
8. Misplaced Gifts 5/11/2015
9. These Doodles Help Me 5/11/2015
10. The Weeds Below 5/11/2015
11. Pioneers And Parade Floats 5/11/2015
12. On The Hook 5/11/2015
13. Doorways / Points Of Access 5/11/2015
14. Can I Just 5/11/2015
15. The Briefest Of Moments 5/11/2015
16. Crepuscular Rays 5/11/2015
17. That Scoop Of Ice Cream In The Dirt 5/11/2015
18. Three White Calla Lilies 5/11/2015
19. Tres Calas Blancas 5/11/2015
20. You’ve Heard These Afore 5/11/2015
21. A Lifetime In The Lines At Wal-Mart 5/11/2015
22. The Things They Call Sins 5/11/2015
23. Miracles Nonetheless 5/11/2015
24. The Five Senses / Ad Infinitum 5/11/2015
25. A Stack Of Ideas 5/11/2015
26. Revere Me 5/11/2015
27. Back Into The West 5/11/2015
28. From Man To Man 5/11/2015
29. A Toast 5/11/2015
30. All The Best Words 5/11/2015
31. June, July, August, And September 5/11/2015
32. 30 5/11/2015
33. So Slow / So Close 5/11/2015
34. Let’s Leap 5/11/2015
35. Heaven Is Here 5/11/2015
36. Your Life 5/11/2015
37. A Distant Twinkle In The Sky 5/11/2015
38. When We Face The Great Multiplicity 5/11/2015
39. Every 5/11/2015
40. Get To Yer Gettin’ Place 5/11/2015
Best Poem of Jeff Gangwer

A Drunken Buffoon

We watched
Oliver Stone’s movie
and decided
that Jim Morrison
was nothing more than
a drunken buffoon
with just
enough
talent,
charisma,
and sex appeal
to catch lightning
in a bottle—
the Lizard King
who tripped on acid—
and followed
that Indian
through the desert—
only to emerge as Val Kilmer

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The Tired Peasant

The tired peasant
walks home—
a burlap sack over his shoulder—
goods from the field—
the sun in his face

Simple pleasures

The field, the field, the field

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