Kurt Philip Behm Poet Free verse

EJ Hudak Poems 7, 8,

Open Heart

By now Susanne
You’re reading my letter
If you are laughing
                  I am your fool
If you are sighing
                 I am your servant
If you are crying
                  I am your executioner

How these chains chafe me so,
Susanne!
Held to the cold damp wall
                  By a steel retainer
I pray for a mind transplant
                 — for I love the juice
But hate the container!




Blindman’s Bluff

I know a man
of sixty or so
who believes I must live
as long as he
before I can know
the meaning of life

To hold longevity
as the mark of wisdom
grants him
an honor
that God wouldn’t give him

For is it fair to say
of a sightless man
of sixty or so
that he’s the word
on the plot
when he’s never seen the show?
I think not.

E.J. Hudak  ca. 1969

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