9 Poems To Consider
Joseph F. Keppler
1.
Our papa, our papas’ papa,
Who art art, who heaven heaven,
Who are not governing,
Whose name’s beyond our naming,
Your children come when they want and
You will on and in earth. Give us food daily,
Forgive us for being unforgiving,
And please keep evil away faraway.
2.
Are there devils? she asks.
Each particle, she decides, decides.
3.
Drawing drawing drawing . . . make . . . a point. . . .
4.
Drawing by merely touching
letters arranged in touchy
electric lines then these lines
form something like the way there
where letters are typed lines
drawn together to name the
drawing by merely thinking
5.
Oh, if politics were poetics
humanity would be an art
6.
History, let’s not kid ourselves, each one has
in person, and all that language spelled out
as Ages is all in our heads, I mean, hands.
7.
26 letters and countless numbers
try to parallel poetry with geometry
try to draw conclusions in the sand
8.
In death we
freely change
colors and
countries and
native tongue.
9.
With reason we sit
like stewed tomatoes,
potatoes, and meat
in unopened cans.
Blame dead animals
for this thought famine
for they never thought
we would be like this.
Joseph F. Keppler is a contributing editor at E·ratio.
