I Have this Garden of Poems








full of flowers that bloom
at first
and then carried away with my greenthumb
i planted everything
trees and more trees and shrubs and bamboos
and vines and hanging plants

almost everything
and so the blooming flowers died
and the grasses diminishing like some
hair of this baldness

but nothing is lost in this garden of poems
the birds came and built their nests
some are still coming
every morning
and then the chirping begins





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Performing a Begging Act

Not just to beg alone
But to induce the family,
To scrounge in mock distress
In public spaces,
Is to force the psychic destiny
To feel the lack less acutely
Than the enactment itself.

Not just to snivel, flail, or cavil,
But to watch the mercy act shrewdly
Like some Homeric epic
Is to cultivate a style, and
Believe in the hypocritical moment
As an obsequious oral performance
That can provide a decent living.

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