MARINA GIPPS

Rookie (Chicago, Illinois)

MARINA GIPPS Poems

121. La Bonne Auberge Therapy 8/7/2007
122. Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder 8/7/2007
123. Alien Fire 8/7/2007
124. Flash Of Fire 8/7/2007
125. Paper Dolls 8/7/2007
126. The Dream Roulette 9/15/2007
127. Possessions 11/28/2007
128. Tremulus Cheer 11/28/2007
129. Bards At The Podium 11/28/2007
130. Souvenir 11/28/2007
131. Eulogy For The Hungry 12/4/2007
132. Existing 1/12/2008
133. Peacemaker 4/3/2008
134. Imaginary Field Mice 4/7/2008
135. Again, That Agony 7/26/2008
136. Agreement 8/31/2008
137. Succession 1/13/2008
138. Las Vegas 9/1/2008
139. Ex Post Facto 9/24/2008
140. Carousel Of The Tour Of Duty 9/25/2008
141. Reading The Journal Of Amphibious Species 9/28/2008
142. Paddle Faster, I Hear Banjos 11/20/2008
143. To See If The Nightwatchman Was Still Awake 12/4/2008
144. Password 12/4/2008
145. Post Humous Post Script 12/4/2008
146. Destroyer 12/4/2008
147. I Am I 12/9/2008
148. Drinking This Poem 3/3/2006
149. Death Like A Finger 3/3/2006
150. Nephthytis 3/5/2006
151. Whistling Under The Moon 3/5/2006
152. So The Pictures Fade 3/5/2006
153. Stupid Love Poem 10/20/2006
154. Brain Storms 10/22/2006
155. Bumpkins 10/22/2006
156. 14 Octubre, Campfire (For My Grandmother, Juana) 3/22/2007
157. Ballad Of The Baghdad Blues 5/13/2007
158. Debt 9/8/2008
159. I Wear My Lapel Pin Of A Flag 9/8/2008
160. What Happened That Day 9/8/2008

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A Day At The Pink Beach

An umbrella being dragged at the day's end.

A seagull churns its wings,
avoiding sunlight,
the hard flight of Icarus.

Pink swimsuits blown in the wind,
in search of due course.

Time is needy, a bronzed babe walks by, a regular
statue of Liberty, her flesh turning to
green palor as the water cools.

In this empty beach dream of deepening sky,
the wet Kremlin and White House

are eroded as our childless hopes.

An old woman collects
seashells-caverns of poverty
to be sold to our deaf ears.
The ocean roars of stolen property.

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Terrestrial Effect

A lantern on a window ledge, lonely,
before expiring itself to the notion of sleep
when supermarkets stay open long after-
for the malingering of confused shopppers.

What a price to pay for the slaughter
of cloven-hoofed animals, the corpus of gods.
In Milwaukee, a woman lies naked for another woman
about to make coffee in her dull percolator.

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