Jeffrey McDaniel

Rookie (1967 / Philadelphia, Pennsylvania)

Jeffrey McDaniel Poems

1. Meeropol 2/14/2008
2. The Forgiveness Parade 2/14/2008
3. Ethel's Lament (Ethel Rosenberg) 2/14/2008
4. The Obvious 2/14/2008
5. The Jeffrey Mcdaniel Show 2/14/2008
6. Hunting For Cherubs 2/14/2008
7. Objectivity 2/14/2008
8. Survivor's Glee 2/14/2008
9. For The Artist Who Paints My Balls Fifty Shades Of Blue 2/14/2008
10. The Day It Rained Splinters 2/14/2008
11. Boner Etiquette 2/14/2008
12. Arrivederci Lipstick 2/14/2008
13. 1977 2/14/2008
14. Boss Of The Nethers 2/14/2008
15. Day 29, Where The Self Divides 2/14/2008
16. First Person Omniscient 2/14/2008
17. When A Man Hasn'T Been Kissed 2/14/2008
18. The Secret 2/14/2008
19. Disasterology 2/14/2008
20. Friends And High Places 7/14/2005
21. The Offer 7/14/2005
22. Technology 7/14/2005
23. The Boy Inside The Turtle 7/14/2005
24. Air Empathy 2/14/2008
25. Alibi School 7/14/2005
26. The Jerk 2/14/2008
27. Mannequin Complex 7/14/2005
28. Letter To The Woman Who Stopped Writing Me Back 2/14/2008
29. 1975 2/14/2008
30. The Benjamin Franklin Of Monogamy 7/14/2005
31. Where Babies Come From 7/14/2005
32. Renovating The Womb 7/14/2005
33. Absence 7/14/2005
34. The Biology Of Numbers 7/14/2005
35. The Archipelago Of Kisses 7/14/2005
36. The Quiet World 7/14/2005
Best Poem of Jeffrey McDaniel

The Quiet World

In an effort to get people to look
into each other's eyes more,
and also to appease the mutes,
the government has decided
to allot each person exactly one hundred
and sixty-seven words, per day.

When the phone rings, I put it to my ear
without saying hello. In the restaurant
I point at chicken noodle soup.
I am adjusting well to the new way.

Late at night, I call my long distance lover,
proudly say I only used fifty-nine today.
I saved the rest for you.

When she doesn't respond,
I know she's used up all her words,
so I slowly ...

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Alibi School

My pal, Jake, majored in corruption.
His final exam: a girl from the Midwest,

three weeks to dismantle eighteen years
of good parenting. High results came early

in the easy days, with the principal taking
his puff from the honor role in the bathroom.

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