Ganglions Poems - Poems about Ganglions

Kensington Avenue, Philadelphia

...Where is this? Are we on Mars?
America – just count the stores,
capitalist carnivores.
That so-familiar movie score,
the swish of passing cars.

The city built on Brotherly Love
(Wells Fargo, ...

Nudnick

...Nudnick
By Sy Roth

Self, I say
Self,
Wake up.
Your ganglions 
Are asleep again.  
Wakey, wakey…
Those around you, nudnick,
Are whirling dervishes
Those who come and go 
In the Speakeasys...

Infinity and I...

...Infinity,an ongoing paradox
there is no end,without a beginning,
no center without circumference,
primordial matter the ancient ylem
or...are we and the other orbs,just
ganglions in the almighty...

...Infinity,an ongoing paradox
there is no end,without a beginning,
no center without circumference,
primordial matter the ancient ylem
or...are we and the other orbs,just
ganglions in the almighty...