Lawrence Beck


Lawrence Beck Poems

1. Sprawl 4/23/2017
2. No Strong Feelings Either Way 4/23/2017
3. Kalaloch 4/25/2017
4. Sometimes, The Magic Isn't Strong Enough 4/27/2017
5. The Difference Between The Republicans And The Communists? None 4/30/2017
6. Gary Cooper 5/2/2017
7. Zion 5/5/2017
8. Randolph, Iowa 5/6/2017
9. The Woman With The Dog 5/6/2017
10. Numb 5/7/2017
11. Lovely 5/9/2017
12. The Passage Of Time 5/13/2017
13. Somewhere Else 5/13/2017
14. I Like Rainbows, Too 5/15/2017
15. Fictional 5/17/2017
16. An Ordinary Day 5/19/2017
17. Welcome Back 5/19/2017
18. Horror Show 5/21/2017
19. A World Apart 5/24/2017
20. Post-Traumatic Stress 5/25/2017
21. Still 5/27/2017
22. Patiently Enjoying Memorial Day Weekend 5/28/2017
23. A Common Man 5/31/2017
24. God Is A Printed Circuit 6/1/2017
25. Anywhere, Nebraska 6/2/2017
26. Wandering Around The Louis Salk Institute 6/3/2017
27. I Never Saw It Coming 6/5/2017
28. Post Traumatic Stress Revisited 6/6/2017
29. Three Weeks Hence 6/7/2017
30. Potato Eaters 6/8/2017
31. The Night The Ship Sank 6/10/2017
32. To Live 6/13/2017
33. Dinner Stop 6/14/2017
34. Misanthropy 6/15/2017
35. From A Chair On The Deck 6/17/2017
36. I Bathe In Verbiage On Your Behalf, My Sweet 6/22/2017
37. Inescapable 6/24/2017
38. Found Art 6/24/2017
39. Greatness 6/26/2017
40. The Eye Of Coquihani 6/28/2017
Best Poem of Lawrence Beck

No Strong Feelings Either Way

Five days hence, I'll go into a hospital
To have a doctor wire a device to me
Which is designed to thwart the better
Judgment of my heart. The old thing
Tells me I should die. The nag that I
Soon will receive will goad my heart
Back into beating when it stops,
And says it's done. What's the opinion
Of the mind, stay or go, let fate play
Out, or do as we're all doomed to do
These days, hang on at any cost?
It can't decide. It's satisfied with what
It's done, and willing to say, "Fine, it's
Over, " but it's not averse to being
Dragged ...

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Zion

I like it here. It can't be home, but I'm
At ease at last within this realm of
Pumpkin-colored rocks. There is no
Sound, except the wind. A river rushes
Silently a thousand feet or more below.
The sky is huge and wholly blue.
The sun is not yet fiercely hot.
There are no other humans near.
There are almost no signs of life,

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