Lawrence Beck


Lawrence Beck Poems

1. Wish 4/8/2016
2. 238,855 Miles 4/11/2016
3. One 4/12/2016
4. North Fork 4/13/2016
5. My Requests 4/14/2016
6. Reconciling The Internal And External 4/15/2016
7. Was A Cowboy 4/17/2016
8. Shift Change 4/19/2016
9. King Kong 4/19/2016
10. Stuck 4/21/2016
11. Emily And Me 4/21/2016
12. A Garden Of Earthly Delights 4/24/2016
13. The Drowned Man 4/25/2016
14. Facing A Blank Screen 4/26/2016
15. Faith? 4/27/2016
16. For A.D. 4/28/2016
17. Selfies 5/1/2016
18. On A Spring Morning 5/3/2016
19. Wisely 5/5/2016
20. Fido 5/8/2016
21. Slug 5/9/2016
22. Russell's Table 5/10/2016
23. My Trade 5/10/2016
24. Permanently Partitioned 5/12/2016
25. Samsa And Delilah 5/13/2016
26. Queen Anne Hill 5/15/2016
27. Nearly Perfect 5/17/2016
28. Good News, Citizen -new- 5/20/2016
29. Blanca -new- 5/20/2016
30. Afterimage -new- 5/21/2016
31. Plantation Nation -new- 5/24/2016
32. Northwest Passage -new- 5/25/2016
33. Sounds Like... -new- 5/25/2016
34. On Something Like My 22,885th Day Of Life -new- 5/31/2016
35. You Reap What You Sow -new- 5/31/2016
36. Warzone 3/15/2016
37. Perhaps I'm Mistaken 3/16/2016
38. Saint Patrick's Day In West Omaha 3/17/2016
39. Nocturne 3/20/2016
40. Refuse 3/23/2016
Best Poem of Lawrence Beck

Nonentity

John's up. I see the light in his kitchen.
He'll put on his suit, and drive to his office
To balance the books of some part of his
Firm. He'll be drinking coffee and going
To meetings, talking to people about TV
Shows and the basketball tournament,
Children in sports. He'll come back this
Evening, weary, not tired. He'll probably
Wave while he's using his grill, and he'll
Go to bed knowing that he's an accountant.
That's what he does. That's who he is,
He takes comfort from knowing these things.

I have the day off. I'll spend it at home, ...

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Absurd

You may laugh. It is a cheesy set,
A castle made of styrofoam, a paper
Gate across a plywood drawbridge,
And the king inside, who struts. How
Grandly he proclaims his glory,
Dressed in cotton, dyed to seem to be
Brocade. The man's not sane. There's
Nothing to him or the stage which
Corresponds to what is real.

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