Melancholy Hyperbole

Poetry about longing.

Tag Archive for ‘Howie Good’

Anne Frank Died For Our Sins

It’s when you’re trying to talk about God and you don’t know how that you wish you had finished college. And it’s always this bad. Dylan’s one-eyed undertaker sniffs for decomposing corpses in the rubble, while souped-up cars thunder down the street, where any moment you might encounter a suicidal poet splattered with his own blood and brains. Despite everything, Anne Frank insisted people are basically good. But all I […]

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Dispatch From the Crash Site

1 When I woke up, I was here, surrounded by objects I might need. There was a cow, or at least what I thought was a cow – it was hovering and it wasn’t an aircraft. I felt as if saints in red robes were discoing inside my head. How could anything bother me on such a day? Just then it started raining. I mean, something happened, something I didn’t […]

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