Poetry Magazine

 

  Vincent Zepp

USA

vincentzepp@hotmail.com

ALLUSIVENESS TO MATTERS NOT IN THE MIND OF THE GENERAL READER

one does not discover
new lands without
consenting to lose sight of the
shore
for a very long time said
gide

blanche hartman
the abbess of the
san francisco zen center
says

the inconceivable is really inconceivable

what is inconceivable to
me is
why they boxed my shirts
at
the laundry

its not how
old
a bonsai is
but
how old it looks thats important

tai chi
chai tea

akiko yano
is singing how can i be sure
tina turner
is singing i aint missing you at all

it is crucial
if
only in a quother
to
refuse the tailors mense

even if after dewdrink
one
has to hurple up the prinsengracht

police in india
received reports of a mysterious attacker
with
a human body and
monkeys face
scratching and biting

scriptures tell of a monkey god
named
hanumat

you want clever literary
widgets

but hes quoting hank williams

i run around in circles
turn in fire alarms
im nutty as a fruit cake when
youre not in my arms

the (pathetic)thing is
you nver have
never will

its all
isabelled

among
almond blossoms
and
the
persistence of memory

 

THIS LIQUIDITY IS CERTAINLY A PROPERTY OF MIND

the waning days of general tso

known to the romans
as
vulcan
but to
everyone else he
was
hephaestus

the only ugly god
lame
gentle and kind
even though
he was married to aphrodite

who

balled zeus and
all his sons
and even stooped
to
shtup a mortal
he made achilles
shield and dianas
arrows
though the bullfinches
do not say if he
made her quiver

numb paxiled air
circumscribing his
circumcised domain

why choose between apollos pill box or his lyre

heavens blue hall
a
pergola





one of the buddhas suffered a
broken right leg
below the kneecap
and took a shot
to the left leg up to the thigh
the head and the legs of the buddha
were destroyed

let the taliban tear down
the great buddhas of bamiyan

we must part with our nostalgias

did you
mean
its hard to be close
when we're so far part
or
its hard to be so far apart when
we're so close

the end product is chaos
with a point
or
order without

and
a piece of broccoli

in the days of hashish we were so happy

 

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