gershon hepner Poems

Sometimes I turn into a cloud
like tobacco that I’ve lit.
I always rain a little bit,
unless there is a major crowd
...

With no fear of danger that might injure,
pirouetting through the air,
flying backwards and on high heels Ginger
used to dance with Fred Astaire.
...

Hands on which all babies crawl
and later learn to catch a ball
don’t always love to curl
around the parts of me that quiver
...

When love is minus zero in
your heart you’re still my heroine.
Until you go beyond the limit
of fire heat I won’t be timid,
...

Please lady please, do play our song
again, it isn’t over yet,
though I sometimes done you wrong,
those moments, lady, please forget.
...

Words can be blunt and instructive,
but frequently they are destructive.
Far better perhaps to be Trappist
than savagely, hip-hoppy rappist,
...

Sweetening the bribes she proffers,
Medb offers friendship of the thighs,
allowing men to fill her coffers
like a champion bull. She tries
...

The circle, inexhaustible, precise,
is unconditionally stable,
and, reproduced, becomes exactly twice
itself, which men who try to do aren’t able.
...

From Hart Crane the title,
though given by Martha
to Aaron’s recital;
there’s nothing he’d rather
...

Baby, you must know that I’m entangled
up in your blue eyes that match my own.
Other flighty females, more new-fangled
than you, don’t do for me what you alone
...