Poems

Grownup Laughing

I look around
I see babes crawling
Are babes
Walking around.

I cry it out from a full belly;
You scream it at me in front of the space-heater
With your glowing toy in hand:

M-I-L-L-I-O-N-S like this!

We’ve grown up into this from under painless smiles,
And it’s all funny, now
Even if there’s no sleep
Dreaming warmth wide awake
While this loveless January wind
Rocks our cradle,
Dear.

Smile.

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Poems

Lon Chaney

You knew enough to
Keep it up:

That moonlit agony
From the night of the soul
Masking your face—

You gave out
Your goddamned life for show;

Put a crack in the heart,
Put a fire in the spirit,
Of those who watched,
Of those watching—made time and tense no matter.

Laughter and tears and
The eternity of print,
A tightrope beyond darkness but a breath away.

An artist,
Is NOTHING,
But what He/She
Gives;
And though it’s good
For a few laughs,
It hurts like hell
To be nothing,
Doesn’t it?

Way under the moon
Of gravity-bitten and conscious-clawed pain,
Is naked wisdom masked by shining laughter,

Just like you.

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