Random Selections of Poetry

No, these aren't randomly created poems (that is another page). This is a random grab from a selection of poems, mostly by myself, but with some inclusions from other folks: friends who write; friends who used to write; writers who are obscure-but-meaningful-to-me; famous writers. One advantage of this format is that, when there are variations of a poem that I haven't settled upon, I can include them all and let people give me feedback as to what they think.


  I've heard it said that poems
  are never finished,
  poets just give up on them.
  looking back on my so-called "body of work"
  it feels more like 
  poetry got sick and tired
  of me.

  Like any other spurned lover.
  I sit here, trying to
  re-assemble the
  fragments of
  my broken
  art.                      Years later, I meet her for coffee...
                            She parades fresh partners
                            before me.

                            Initially, they piss me off
                            but I realize why
                            she called me:
                            I can _still_ dance.
                            So I take the stage.

                                  -- (5 edits from 01.30 to 07.30 2000)

Reload this page for another poem, or hang out for an hour.

From here, you could zip over to my main gweep page.