FLAMENCO BLUES
Check the jails and the morgues
for my soul
¡Ay, madre!
Check the bars
bars and hospitals
for it
¡Niña de mi corazón!
Check my usual places
haunts and homes
for my body
¡Ay, madre,
niña de mi corazón!
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STATEMENT OF POETICS FOR A NEVER-PUBLISHED ANTHOLOGY
There are few things on earth--softer
than--a hard-boiled egg--
if you think about it--
my heart--too--is soft--
underneath this hard shell--
my impregnable--poems.
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Showing posts with label Icarus Jonson. Show all posts
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Saturday, September 30, 2017
Wednesday, September 27, 2017
Given Name
I had to fight for my name
though I was given it
[with little right: Pa warn't no Daedalus
though handy with the jigsaw and the chainsaw
{¡Bulging Muscles! though saw the wild look to my eyes
and shirked away (then I knew I was crazier than Jesus
Icarus Jonson founded the hard-boiled school of American poetry sometime in the late 40s. He is known for his unconventional and expressive punctuation and unsentimental view of life, as well as his feuds with Jack Cashberg and Valance Fullerton. Biographical details are sketchy.
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2017 diary of poems,
bad poems,
Icarus Jonson,
Phyllis Phyllis
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