Derek R. Audette Poems

If John Kerry were a breakfast,
what would he be like?
Not all that tasty, I suspect,
but still a hell of a lot better than
...

Many people tell me
that my poetry
is awful,
and,
...

The shortest poem ever written
was a poem that just said:
“A”
...

Harry Potter’s an enigma.
His forehead bears a peculiar stigma.
Yet there’s a question I’ve often pondered,
a complex query which no puzzle surpasses:
...

I am yes, and you are no,
and between the two, we both might show,
how man can dream his dream so well,
and find the magic within the spell.
...

The city is short today
and it can’t be anymore
than just a few blocks wide today
and the city is grey today,
...

Bukowski ate my liver!
I would never have believed it,
if I were not right there
when it happened.
...

I thought about changing
the style of man that I am.
I thought of
discarding
...

Strange shapes can be seen
when the full moon shines through the clouds.
Stange shapes can be seen,
frightengly realistic images
...

There is no known system
which exists
independently of any other system.
All known systems exert an influence
...