Small Poems

Maybe not quite small enough for this thread, but I love this beautiful poem by Saint Geraud (aka Bill Knott) from his first poetry volume, The Naomi Poems: Corpse and Beans (1968).


POEM
Saint Geraud

I am one man, worshipping silk knees,
picking myself from between my teeth,
I write these lines to cripple the dead,
to come up halt before the living:
I am one man, I run my hand over
your body, I touch the secret vibes
of the earth, I breathe your
heartbeat, Naomi, and always
I am one man alone at night. I fill my hands
with your dark hair
and offer it to the hollows of your face. I am one man,
searching,
alone at night
like a beacon of ashes. . . .
 
Blessed

Wonder fills my eyes and
doubly so, my heart, at how
shamrocks granted wishes
for serendipity.

Hex signs over the doors,
half a dozen at the very least,
weekly candle lighting with no
stop sign to slow us down,

September or November, I have forgotten,
Decades creep along just the same.
 
(One by liChat)
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i missed the day
between today and yesterday

i'll catch the one
between today and tomorrow

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cold​
the pillow​
comforts​
the comforter​
releases the tongue​


(by liChat)
 
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(from liChat)

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* * *​
my old bar​
i used to work there as a bartender​
i am back a customer​
o girl​
will you be a pretty bartender​
or a cute customer​
nobody steals my beer​
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* * *​

yesterday -- spring​
today -- spring​
should i trust you?

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One i remember reading in a chat once (30 years ago?). Inadvertently memorized it, not sure who wrote it.


Small dot, black spot.
Takes up space, but not a lot.
 
resort

her body in bright sunlight
lying on a chaise near
the artificial blue of the pool

like a mint-flavored drink
teeming with alcohol
making me dizzy

as if she would ever deign
to notice me other than to ask
could i send the waiter over
 
Three small poems written in an hour

The Senryu
Murdered on a cross
To inspire many to
Murder for the cross

The Shadorma
So it goes
Phone full of horror
Yet again
Never ends
The sky falls without an end
Call me Sisyphus

The Chastushki
Fuck and use me, ravage roughly
Since I’m such a naughty girlie
Criminal how bad I behave
Legislate me harder assholes
 
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