Posted by Rich Magahiz
Sun, 09 May 2010 15:42:00 GMT
rock-grey
pressed Armani
at parapet level
a thin stew of rainwater through
the lips
ceiling
frescoes of stars
their copacetic cribs
their chrome and neon couplings and
their sins
heaving
musculature
straining the bas-relief
and off to the side a tiny
syringe
in glass
those famous lips
not autotuned but poised
at the rim of a porcelain
sewer
and we
huddled masses
gaze at the images
the raw slack-jawed wide-eyed envy
thrills us
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Posted by Rich Magahiz
Wed, 19 Nov 2008 22:31:00 GMT
online
checking my stocks –
a big fat wet brown leaf
gets blown up against the back of
my bench
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Posted by Rich Magahiz
Fri, 14 Nov 2008 00:42:00 GMT
shuffling
through Manhattan
dry scraps about my feet,
scarlet and gold, like crumpled up
bank debts
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Posted by Rich Magahiz
Tue, 11 Nov 2008 02:04:00 GMT
Swaddled
in a corn husk
a savory something -
why do we make these only at
Christmas?
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Posted by Rich Magahiz
Sun, 19 Oct 2008 13:36:00 GMT
One foot
beneath these leaves
you might find a grenade,
or perhaps some old letter once
thought lost.
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Posted by Rich Magahiz
Sat, 11 Oct 2008 19:40:00 GMT
From Amaze: The Cinquain Journal comes word that my poem Railroad out of bondage has won fifth place among poems published there in 2007. I am so pleased, I shall simply quote here what the reviewer, Denis Garrison, mentioned about the piece:
Magahiz has essayed a subject that is profoundly meaningful in American society and carries a tremendous baggage of social, cultural, and other resonances. The diction is reminiscent of the events but never condescending. Although the reader
must bring something more than usual to the table with a poem like this, its deep allusions will be apparent to millions. This is a hauntingly beautiful poem that comes back to one over and again.
A very nice bit of news for which I am grateful.
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Posted by Rich Magahiz
Thu, 21 Feb 2008 19:35:00 GMT
Quick! Hide!
Under your desk,
go and make yourself small.
The grownups have gone nuts, dropping
F-bombs.
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Posted by Rich Magahiz
Sun, 27 Jan 2008 14:25:00 GMT
Please do
see me in court.
In my Valentine’s verse,
your software changed ‘disengaged’ to
‘engaged.’
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Posted by Rich Magahiz
Sat, 26 Jan 2008 14:54:00 GMT
I
Matisse,
in his forties,
was years before his peak.
So what’s the rush? I’ve still got loads
of time.
II
Bastard!
that young pipsqueak
doesn’t deserve that car.
I raced Mustangs when he played with
Hot Wheels.
III
Okay,
I’ll lose some weight,
and switch to light beer too.
I’ll show my old lady I’ve still
got it.
IV
Hang on,
maybe there’s a way.
If I could sell this place…
Dammit, what’s the use, who am I
kidding?
V
Ali –
he missed his chance
at gradual decay.
Strange to picture him living to
my age.
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Posted by Rich Magahiz
Sat, 19 Jan 2008 10:59:00 GMT
This is
your brain-shaped box,
out in space, dreaming worlds.
This alarm tells you it’s time to
awake.
Boltzmann’s idea might work too well, filling the megaverse with more Boltzmann brains than universes or real people.
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Posted by Rich Magahiz
Tue, 18 Dec 2007 14:02:00 GMT
Dashing
through the dark house
in his droopy flannels
he cries “giddyup, giddyup,
let’s go!”
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