Saturday, March 14, 2009

Oppenheimer, NJ (1965)

I see you at a cocktail party,
seventeen, with the man
who split the atom.

He is helpless

and smiling.
You are wrapped in a serpent,
as he pretends to be Death

destroyer of worlds

while you laugh,
sipping a Manhattan,
twisting your hair.
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1 comment:

  1. Taylor MeersMarch 14, 2009 at 11:35 AM

    I'm really falling in love with your most recent writings. The last poem you sent me via email was fantastic, and I like visiting your page to see what else crosses your mind. Your an inspiration buddy. Never stop doing what you do.

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