Lucius Furius Poems

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Laguna Beach

Lounging in the dry warmth of the sun,
overcome by the beauty of the green cliffs
rising above the hypnotic blue water....

Adam And Eve

Death is the mother of beauty; hence from her,
Alone, shall come fulfillment to our dreams
And our desires. Although she strews the leaves
Of sure obliteration on our paths, …


I cried at Field of Dreams.
It wasn't Dad I was thinking of -
it was you -
us, lobbing that ball

To My Son

I would have given you a perfect faith,
belief, unassailable and absolute;
joy's well-spring.
I offer only a substitute - these poems,

Here's To Those Who Suffer Voluntarily

Here's to those who suffer voluntarily,
who rise above the mean and merely momentary
pleasure that we feel sitting on a couch,
eating Cheetos, watching reruns of 'The Brady Bunch';

I Should Have Known

You don't really need me, do you?

Oh, you enjoy being with me.
You enjoy kissing me.

But Still

You will say it was quite unintentional,
this leaving the building without saying good-bye.
('Can't I depart, just once,
thinking only of daisies and chocolate pudding? ...')

A Charm

Your demure expression,
the unfailing grace with which you meet
the small misfortunes which we meet each day.

A Youth Addresses The Council

[A child of indeterminate sex- either a delicate-featured boy or a tomboy-ish girl-,9 or 10 years old, enters the chamber where the United States Council of Artists is meeting.]

'Is this the United States Council of Artists? '
[The Chairman of the Council responds: ] 'Yes. Who are you? '

Swan-Song Of J. Alfred Prufrock

J. Alfred, I'm sick of your whining -
get off your butt and do something!

Yes, I know life is meaningless.

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