Bob Stubbs

Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem

He wallowed in his first epiphany.

He could not bring himself to leave the thrill

Of it behind. The first polyphony

When it appeared in music sang so shrill

In beauty that the world has never quite

Recovered. That was like the way he felt

When he abandoned ordinary, trite

Sex music. His Damascus mauling dealt

Him such curing blow it made him drip

With soul’s and body’s fluids, every kind.

It was as if the Christ Creator’s lip

Had swallowed all his essence, made him blind

To falsenesses that everyone had preached.

The universe of maleness had been breached.

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