The Hedonist King
Having only recently
Become a hedonist
I’m just now learning
All it really means
Is that my palace
Produces more garbage
Than your palace.
Longing
I wonder if the word sticks in your ear
Like a poisoned arrow
As much as it sticks in my throat
Like a broken bird.
1 comment:
Hey, I love these poems!
Your brother has that beautiful way of letting his heart flow in his songs. Your poems also flow, but they are sharp, perceptive and funny too.
I wouldn't change a word in "The Hedonist King". It addresses a much misunderstood subject and brings it down to earth. There is something really admirable about the fact that you are able, in your poems, stories and interviews, to sympathize and connect your life to the lives of the rest of us, who are not Hollywood elite. I think that's one of your best tools.
"Longing" is also complete in its own way. There isn't much to add. It works, and it's lovely.
More poems, please! I'll bet you have really great bookstores where you are; peruse the literary magazines, if you feel like it. Your work is literary. That's probably an aberration in LA, but so it is.
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