Friday, September 18, 2009
Painting by Vera Nazarian
A man told me once
that all bad people were needed.
Maybe not all,
but your fingernails you need;
they are really claws, and we know
Claws. The sharks—what about them?
They make other fish swim faster.
The hard-faced men in black coats
who chase you for hours in dreams- -
that’s the only way to get you
To the shore.
Sometimes those hard women
Who abandon you get to say, "You."
A lazy part of us is like
Then they blow across
three or four States
This man told me that
things work together.
Bad handwriting sometimes leads
to new ideas;
And a careless God—
who refuses to let you
Eat from the Tree of Knowledge—can lead
To books, and eventually to us. We write
Poems with lies in them,
but they help a little.
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