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Rick
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bio
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Los Angeles poet Rick Lupert created the Poetry Super Highway ( poetrysuperhighway.com ) and hosted the Cobalt Cafe weekly reading for almost 21 years. He’s authored 22 collections of poetry, most recently Beautiful Mistakes and God Wrestler: a Poem for Every Torah Portion and edited the anthologies A Poet’s Siddur, Ekphrastia Gone Wild, A Poet’s Haggadah, and The Night Goes on All Night. He writes the Jewish Poetry Blog “From the Lupertverse” for www.JewishJournal.com, and the daily web comic “Cat and Banana” with fellow Los Angeles poet Brendan Constantine. He’s widely published and reads his poetry wherever they let him.
http://poetrysuperhighway.com/
http://facebook.com/rickpoet
http://www.catandbanana.com/
Poetry Super Highway
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The Mississippi Delta is Shining Like a National Guitar |
I’ve never woken up in Memphis before and already
there’s a hangover of sorts. I’m going need the day
to flush out Los Angeles. First on the docket is
buying a postcard with a picture of ducks on it.
Second, breakfast at a place that chases the sun.
The amount of humidity is fist fighting with the
available oxygen, and we’re putting on all the
loose clothing. We’re detaching our hair from
our heads. We’ve got biscuits in our future,
Addie just wants to rock and roll all night, which
is a hell of thing to see this early in the morning.
We are going to Graceland.
copyright 2019
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Exasperated |
They’re shooting people again
in nightclubs and restaurants
In synagogues and churches.
They’re shooting people in Pittsburgh
and Thousand Oaks. They’re
shooting people close to home.
Every bullet is close to home.
There are vigils all day.
You can’t move through this
cold civil war without
moving through a vigil.
Soon they’ll come with their
guns to the vigils. Soon
the breaking news will
be the one place, the one minute
where no-one was shot.
Soon the vigils and synagogues
and churches and bullets.
They’re shooting people
with thoughts and prayers.
I’d like to move closer but
I can’t get through the vigil.
The bullets are flying in
all the places with all the names.
I’d like to lighten the mood but
there’s no time, I’ve got to get
to the vigil. I’ve got to shut my
mouth and say something.
No one said it was going to
be like this. No one said
anything after the vigil.
After the shooting
again, again
again.
copyright 2019
Rick
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