gershon hepner Poems

WHEN ROADS IN FORKS DIVERGE


When two roads in forks diverge
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Silence of the lambs will be
required if the earth is not
to die of overheating. We
are causing it to be too hot
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White women flip and flop their hair,
embarrassing black ones whose hair is curly,
while white men in the showers stare
at black men they consider to be surly.
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Men die each day for lack
of poetry, a bard
declared, though for a hack
life may be far less hard
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Midnight,31st December,
millennium night, sweet Linda said:
“Two thousand ways now I remember
Mrs. Pavey, who is dead.”
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Girls who pay their bills by stripping
deserve, say puritans, a whipping,
by which I mean the males who’re voyeurs
but claim say their don’t enjoy it––liars,
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Midnight,31st December,
millennium night, sweet Linda said:
“Two thousand ways now I remember
Mrs. Pavey, who is dead.”
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I love strange meanings, xenophilic
to the unfamiliar trope,
cutting cords that tie, umbilic,
meanings to a Czar or Pope
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Preferring reasoned reciprocity,
to unilateral possession,
ideal for which I do not crave,
I think of love as the expression
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Ah, when our last years come in sight,
love’s onset can turn out to be less ominous
if finally we get it right
and of a dominatrix are the dominus.
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