Tagged: Poetry written in the 1990’s

For Dave, Who’s Sure Everything I Write Is About Me by James Landrith I am fat. fat with my lust fat with want unspoken desires that reach out for justification or reprimand this has...

Let Me Say Yes To J. Yandow by James Landrith Tim, I look at my shelf You ask what I see Tim, its what I don’t see Completion is the best high Tim, I...

Upon Late Entry To The Amherst by James Landrith that pulitzer will look nice next to various other honors which have no bearing on reality 15 minutes in the spotlight is bliss to those...

Tribute to Anne Sexton by James Landrith Is this how the lonely masturbator began? nights of selflessness and cerebral debate over trivial issues without ever an answer. (07 Apr 1991 – Al Jubayl, Saudi...

Eveready Blues by James Landrith Alkaline death is not dramatic Yet it’s more than an inconvenience Music stops mood is hard to maintain it was nice while it lasted good night (07 April 1991...

Precious Babble by James Landrith precious babble Bitch, you don’t know I like this idea Hard to comprehend yet it will work itself out into something that wins the critics over while maintaining no...

An Exercise by James Landrith An exercise… It’s just an exercise Of wits Intolerance Immaturity Fear Prejudice The abstract qualities Which we loathe but cling to with our last breath An exercise… Just an...

Lauren by James Landrith You reached out when rejection was expected. Affection in place of hatred. Love for such a lonely man. Your shocking approval has spawned many dreams. Hope for days to come,...

Grant by James Landrith your European manner has no place here you are the dandelion in the rosebush but so elegant and sophisticated in your own mind as we all are- so elegant and...

Old Man on the Southside of Peoria by James Landrith Your expressionless face still haunts me Burning into my memory With those eyes hard, cold like your life hard, cold expressionless face Copyright ©...