Monday, January 15, 2024


A Normal Poet

sometimes I get anxious over the fact

that I am so ordinary

sometime somewhere I've written about it

I'm not worried but I am starting

to think that perhaps it is not

normal when a "poet" is not

a "phenomenon"

it's high time I craft my image as

someone wild, poetic, colorful

part schizophrenic part lover

but the pronlem is I love missionary style

I like taking walks

I am the husband of one wife

in accord with the dictates of the Apostle Paul

I get up at six in the morning

go to the bathroom

and so forth

I don't have a beard

or even a goatee

or curls

falling to my shoulders

for a moment I think about death

revise a poem

then dive into


in the evening I tear off

another page from the calendar

September 24, 2007

267th day of the year

sunrise 6:24 a.m.

sunset 6:31 p.m.

on the back of the page

is a recipe for cutlets

fry cutlets in

hot skillet (. . .)

brown on both sides

breading it first (. . .)

before falling asleep I read

a variety of art culture literary

monthlies bimonthlies

and quarterlies

and see (to my surprise)

that the poems of my fellow

poets male and female

slowly come to resemble

my poems

and my old poems


their new poems



Sobbing Superpower

translated by Joanna Trzeciak

Norton, 2011