Mark Pollins Poems
|1.||I'M One Of Those Writers Who Doesn'T Know How To Spell||10/10/2007|
|3.||Singing Myself To Sleep||10/11/2007|
|4.||Sanity Has Lost Its Mind||10/11/2007|
|5.||The Boys Are Rocking Tonight||10/11/2007|
|6.||Having Fun At The New Mall||10/11/2007|
|7.||While Taking A Bite Of My Sloppy Felafel Pita||10/10/2007|
|8.||Breaking Of Certainties||10/11/2007|
|9.||From Within The Unlit Fridge||10/11/2007|
|17.||Boots Of Love||10/11/2007|
|18.||Twelve Haiku Poems||10/11/2007|
|20.||The Playstation Generation||10/11/2007|
|23.||Here And There In The Land Of Israel, Winter 2005||10/11/2007|
|25.||Palestine Children's Rhyme||2/11/2010|
Palestine Children's Rhyme
I was hit in the head by the truth one day
Ever since the incident I've crawled this way
So stick their legs, arms, hearts in plaster
Tell me lies about Palestine
Heard the Muezzin screaming at four
Couldn't find myself, went back to sleep on the floor
So fill my ears with Bach
Stick their legs, arms, hearts in plaster
I'll tell you lies about Palestine
I shut my eyes and see an endless line of moustached men
'slept in my car, been here since 2 ...
Singing Myself To Sleep
Seven hours of television a day are watched in an average American home.
The Drug-store cowboy, replaces the Western lone-ranger.
A picture of children smiling in their sleep,
Seems out of place in a shop window on Broadway.
A beggar girl showers me with compliments to make sure she’ll get my change.
The passengers of a tired evening subway, dart suspicious looks at my friend and & I,
For we are smiling, talking loudly, enjoying ourselves.
In the playground the “Stars and stripes” is