Ronald Koertge Poems

After all the Shakespeare, the book
of poems they type is the saddest
in history.
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They were never handsome and often came
with a hormone imbalance manifested by corpulence,
a yodel of a voice or ears big as kidneys.
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goes by at 1:00 a.m. two nights of the week. I can
hear the feather whoosh of his machine and see
one red light.
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In the airport bar, I tell my mother not to worry.
No one ever tripped and fell into the San Andreas
Fault. But as she dabs at her dry eyes, I remember
those old movies where the earth does open.
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When the Lexus hit that pigeon, he lay there
beating his one good wing against the curb
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Walking toward the library, I pass three children
staring down at a dead crow and daring each other
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It is small, holds only a few boys and girls
and smells like graham crackers inside.
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When I come in, my mechanic is eating
lunch. He doesn't look over the top
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"That panting on the wall"
really was the most interesting line
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Delores Del Rio takes a walking tour
of my body. Unlike most vagabonds
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