people

by jdavidcharles

You may have noticed that my poems have a terrible tendency to be 1. rather long and 2. conclude with a sort of metaphysical moralization, i.e. a large or overwhelming image. I have been trying rather actively as of late to err away from this sort of negative Western-phallogocentric tendency. Not every poem has to end with a linguistic orgasm–sometimes just a linguistic kiss or touch or elision even is nice. So, suffice to say, I am pro/re-gressing to smaller and subtler forms. Hopefully these recent poems seem more intimate, easy to take up, and don’t swallow the reader in some Bergman-like existential moralizing–and, hopefully, they are more playful in a way too.

 

people

 

Cigarette

today, black

 

tea,

poetry—

 

a woman,

hiding

 

her face

as she

 

hurried by.

Some pe-

 

ople, some

people.

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