Stan Petrovich Poems
- Clownfish Boneless beasts Whose life is no more Than a ...
- Great Pyramid At Giza First, I can only think Of the work, ...
- Statue Of Zeus My Lord High-Thunderer, You are in a deep ...
- Ode To Conformity Do as I do, not as I say; Find an effing ...
- Criminal Justice My brother and I were falsely Convicted for...
- William S. Burroughs After he scored & injected, he wrote t...
- Heracles He was a massive storm: He was never meant for the...
Appearing in a mirage, I wandered the Arizona desert for forty years, always alone, always lost. The heat takes its toll on verbs, not adjectives. There are not two ways to approach dehydration; only one, the one with symbols. Petroglyphs in rock show the way to live without presumptuous glory.
Then, tired of the blistering sands, turning to my later years I longed for the sea. The green currents called. So leaving the Gila mirage-maker behind wound my way to Massachusetts, to watch the sea examine what it created, and to die. more »
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Whose life is no more
Than a wabble in the succulence of plankton,
Far below light,
Were mutations struck in a bad moon,
And being prey
Is the purpose of living.
In another sea
Bereft of eyes today
Some early pupfish gather
Living for the rain to fall,
Bumping heads with eating teeth;
Wearing a grin to fill the entrails of a killer.
Now we picture the clownfish,
Courtesan appendages plentiful
Chasing its shadow under the spray,
While unthinking rocks
Make memorable mists, ...