Lisa Zaran Poems
|2.||Dedication To Those Unfairly Undone||12/14/2008|
|3.||The Troubled Boy||7/21/2006|
|4.||For A Girl||7/4/2010|
|11.||Where's Your Tambourine Now, Sleeping Bear?||7/19/2005|
|15.||The Great Ones||7/20/2005|
|16.||The Men In My Dreams||5/30/2005|
|18.||Love Is Believable||7/21/2006|
|19.||A Dream Of Her Concern||3/5/2006|
|20.||The Blues Are All The Same||7/19/2005|
|21.||The Best Thing||6/13/2004|
|25.||Absolving The Eye||6/13/2004|
|26.||How We Are||5/30/2005|
|27.||Talking To My Father Whose Ashes Sit In A Closet And Listen||7/20/2005|
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How We Are
Pale scrapings of people
with lipstick ringed glasses
and cigarettes burning,
and laughter trickling up and down
their knotty throats.
What is this,
a gathering of henhouse critics?
My father's voice in the back of my head,
saying, forget that I'm dead and if you
can not do that than pretend.
I am standing
just outside the gallery
beneath the shadowy bough of a birch.
The moon is floating in the sky’s dark lap.
Faraway I can hear the ocean sigh.
Now father, I am asking,
what smile are you wearing?
What color ...
The Men In My Dreams
All the men in my dreams
I turn away and there they are.
Staring at me with their spotless faces.
I wish I could say
what color their eyes are
or whether they have straight teeth.
At first I think I am in love with them.
That perhaps they are my lovers.