Crg Hill's poetry scorecard

Swear I heard the old man say

 

“Nothing like the ocean,”

said in Albuquerque, New Mexico

 

5312 feet above sea level

1235 miles from the Pacific

 

Perhaps he’s remembering

his youth in the Paleozoic

 

western New Mexico submerged

by a warm shallow sea

Delerium Tremens: An Ex/Interior Monologue

 

D: My hate is better than your hate.

T: Well, I love your hate

But I love mine more.

D: It’s in the eye of the beholder.

T: Poke out the eye of the beholder.

D: Poke out your own. Oedipus

hated himself beautifully.

T: Blow up the beholder.

D: Hold that thought close.

T: Who’s Oedipus? Sounds

like an illegal immigrant.

D: A pawn of the Gods.

T: Gods? That’s blasphemy

or political correctness.

My hate is my God.

D: My god is Hate.

We have something

in common after all.

T:                                 After all

is said and done, however,

my hate is the best

hate can be.

D:                    Can that be?

Your hate lacks beauty.

Your hate is too narrow.

T: My hate’s wide enough

to ensnare the innocent.

D: My hate knows no innocence.

T: My hate will incite

the next global war.

There will be not one

Hitler but thousands.

D: My god will trounce you.

T: My God hates you

and your god.

You don’t have a chance.

D: You can’t back me

into a corner.

I hate you too much

to be surrounded.

T: Now we’re getting somewhere.