Selected Poems of Arlen Riley Wilson


Old Woman on the Beach

1989


I sit crosslegged under the moon
Unto myself
Complete.
My substance went out
a few men
A few women
certain children
Now it is back with me.

I sit crosslegged under the moon
Unto myself
Now.
I am back where I have been
Aways
no better
no worse
no different.
So.
I like the smell here
It roars in my nostrils.
The salt
the rot
the sweetness

All the mess of birth
afterbirth
And death
aftermath
All equal and dissolved
Its breath
my breath
In
out
in
Out.

 
 

 

An Easter Song
Poem Beginning With a Line from Horace
To the Tune of Derry Air
On almost deciding that
it's too bad prefrontal lobotomies
are out of style especially for mothers
Hymn to the Democratic Party
Announcement 1969
For a Ladies's Magazine

Holistic Remedy
Our Lady of Outer Space
Is The Body of My Enemy my Enemy?
Save Your Breath
To the Persian Gulf: Thanks
Old Woman on the Beach
Fist
Quiet Lady
Haiku

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