Showing posts with label Joseph Hargraves. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Joseph Hargraves. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

At 3rd and Arch Street

At 3rd and Arch Street


A fat woman in pink stretch pants
sits on a bench in front of the Sea-men's Church.

Trucks stir heated air.

It's that time of day when patches
of sunlight form on brick buildings-
somehow sad; not me, but the light
is sad. Well, maybe we both are down.

That kind of separation is difficult
for me; and I'm thinking a lot
about someone else- not me.

There's no explanation I can give:

Tired of this street and love;
which may be the same; or
maybe the sunlight is sad.

I don't know much,
wind moves leaves in trees
and the fat woman in pink
stretch pants is happy;

or is it me?

--Joseph Hargraves has been published in or will be in the Guardian UK, The South African Times, The New York Quarterly, Black-Listed Magazine, Gutter Eloquence, Opium 2.0, Full of Crow.Gutter Eloquence Magazine, Zygote in my Coffee, Right Hand Pointing, and Haggard & Halloo. He has taught poetry to men as a condition of their parole from prison and taught writing poetry to small groups of people diagnosed as "chronically-mentally ill." He is currently a charismatic hermit living in the Pine Barrens of New Jersey.

Monday, December 14, 2009

Pleasant View Cemetery

Pleasant View Cemetery


the only human contact
I’m comfortable with
is walking at night
in the cemetery:

tombstones glow
the light from the moon
which reflects the sun-

nothing is ever simple.

when I need
to be among the living
I stand on top of the dead.

--Joseph Hargraves has been published in or will be in the Guardian UK, The South African Times, The New York Quarterly, Black-Listed Magazine, Gutter Eloquence, Opium 2.0, Full of Crow.Gutter Eloquence Magazine, Zygote in my Coffee, Right Hand Pointing, and Haggard & Halloo. He has taught poetry to men as a condition of their parole from prison and taught writing poetry to small groups of people diagnosed as "chronically-mentally ill." He is currently a charismatic hermit living in the Pine Barrens of New Jersey.

Ray

Ray


His lips move
in the past
and are greased
for the winter
refusing to listen
they live
rent free and
can only talk
about themselves.

--Joseph Hargraves has been published in or will be in the Guardian UK, The South African Times, The New York Quarterly, Black-Listed Magazine, Gutter Eloquence, Opium 2.0, Full of Crow.Gutter Eloquence Magazine, Zygote in my Coffee, Right Hand Pointing, and Haggard & Halloo. He has taught poetry to men as a condition of their parole from prison and taught writing poetry to small groups of people diagnosed as "chronically-mentally ill." He is currently a charismatic hermit living in the Pine Barrens of New Jersey.

I Have a Genius IQ

I Have a Genius IQ



I Have a Genius IQ
and I need to tell you that.
The entire time you've been talking
I've wanted to let you know that I'm a genius.
And I have common sense too.
The myth that smart people don't
is promoted by average minded people
to help them live with themselves.
I know you're going to say tests mean nothing;
But if you had an IQ of 165+
I bet it would mean more.
Be honest. It's alright.
Tell me you're jealous.
Ask me a question.
I am not a know it all.
There is plenty I don't know.
That's a difference between us:
I'm tortured by how much I don't know
and you're content with the little you do.
But I want you to like me,
even though I don't like you.
I can tell your intelligence is not
in the highest category measurable
on the Wechsler Adult Intelligence Scale.
I know you're telling yourself that I have problems,
that my self-worth is based on a number.
You've never liked brilliant people,
they've always made you feel stupid.
Speaking for geniuses everywhere:
we can't make you feel anything.
I bet you're thinking my feelings have atrophied.
Think again, asshole.
Can't you hear the anger?
I'm a proud,
four-eyed,
egg-headed
bookworm.
Why am I not letting you talk?
Because you bore me.
Get back here, I'm talking.
I need to tell you
that I have a genius IQ.

--Joseph Hargraves has been published in or will be in the Guardian UK, The South African Times, The New York Quarterly, Black-Listed Magazine, Gutter Eloquence, Opium 2.0, Full of Crow.Gutter Eloquence Magazine, Zygote in my Coffee, Right Hand Pointing, and Haggard & Halloo. He has taught poetry to men as a condition of their parole from prison and taught writing poetry to small groups of people diagnosed as "chronically-mentally ill." He is currently a charismatic hermit living in the Pine Barrens of New Jersey.