One year of collected poetry of all types.

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Stephen Huff's
ERASE YOU
March 5, 2001


and you were a dog
I would kick you
and you were a cat
I would drown you
and you were a god
I would debase you
and you were a mark
I would erase you
Stephen Huff's
TAP THE PIN
March 5, 2001


drop the hammer to tap the pin
and the gun go off again, again
pull the trigger tight to guard
and the gun go off, be warned, be warned
Stephen Huff's
THE CHAIN GANG
March 5, 2001


on a bad day
I wear that ball and chain
it's a cold lump of lead
it's a damnable weight
on a bad day
I sit that damp, dark cell
it's a black hole and empty
it's the gaping maw
of hell
on a bad day
I labor with the gang
it's a long, hard row to hoe
it's a low down dirty shame
Stephen Huff's
WHEN I KNOW YOU
March 5, 2001


when I know you,
I know you by your eyes
it is the gaze of stern reason
shining there
or it is the hypocrisy
of lies
when I know you,
I know you by your face
it is the calm effect of affection
glowing there
or it is the raging mask
of hate
when I know you,
I know you by your words
it is the soothing truth of love
listening there
or it is the unbinding curse
that spurns
when I know you,
I know you by your touch
it is the gentle flush of sensation
burning there
or it is the grip of murder
that would crush
Stephen Huff's
ALL THE WIDE WORLD >ROUND
May 9, 2001


they are children
to make oceans of buckets
and ships of pecan shells
and divers of June bugs
that plunge the darkened depths
of watery hells
they are children
to make mountains of dust
and climbers of crickets
and ropes of human hair
that sever at the heights
and part to let the hapless
mountaineer down
they are children
to make rockets of arrows
and astronauts of butterflies
and moon-shots from a bow-string
to let such a lively rhythm strum
and deliver the capsule
all the wide world >round
Stephen Huff's
AND I HAD THE TIME
May 9, 2001


and I had the time
and a proper map of the world
and a box of sharpened crayons
and all the energy of a child
and the night should never fall
to frighten away the day
I should draw the planet perfect
I should such a picture of wonder
from it make
and I had the time
and a proper sense of the word
and a bonfire's blazing consumption
and an inferno's need of fuel
and the day should ever rise
to chase away the night
I should know no heed of shadow
I should, in time, forget what is wrong
and lay my hands upon
what is right
Stephen Huff's
DAYS TO COME...
May 9, 2001


salt
was once
a higher profit
than gold
yet
now
it is nothing
and we
may waste it
by the
ton
Stephen Huff's
METRONOME
May 9, 2001


listen to the metronome
as it tells the only tale to tell
as it tells the tale of time
and the words of it
but seconds past your ear
yet listen to the metronome
its sweep from far right to left
that measures everything kept between
in all its length and breadth
still listen to the metronome
where its monotonous tones resound
and its fastidious echoes plumb the floor
and ever the heights of that ceiling sound
Stephen Huff's
OF DAY AND OF NIGHT
May 9, 2001


make no sense of madness, child, for madness is the day
it runs ever from the east
to settle in the west
and nothing save everything from it comes
make no light of darkness, child, for darkness is the night
it runs ever from the east
to settle in the west
and everything save nothing from it comes
Stephen Huff's
SOME FOUL MONSTER PURGED
May 9, 2001


some measure of the half wit
revealed in me
from the tossed moment of my birth
to the morose moment
of my eventual death
I am me
that which I am
some half of it
borne of breeding
and the other half of it
borne of a curse
yet in me revealed
at need of a genius
has this imbecile
with a gush of ignorance
un-obscured
so he is I
and I am me
that which I am
some foul monster purged
Stephen Huff's
THE END OF THE WORLD
May 9, 2001


while the Sun on a mad jag turns
this last touch of you
lingers upon my fingers
and there lingering
indecently burns
and the end of the pain
should be the end of the hurt
yet the end of the hurt
is the end
of the world
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