Gershon Hepner (This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it. ) is America's news poet, author of seventy thousand (you heard right!) poems on the margins of comments of interest to him, culled from our ever-growing media. His wide interests are expressed in extraordinarily thoughtful, witty, and skilful verse. He is by no means naive: had he not chosen poetry forms to express himself he would be a celebrated media personality. The following poem is a reply to my note below where I despair of ever keeping up with him. Andrei Codrescu

Nota Bene: You didn't hear right. It's ten thousand poems, as 10,179 below the below illustrates

Scott is looking for a job teaching his art

the legend of the unmuzzled ox speaks

 all heart & some voices

Dragosh Ziditoru's Many Loves & the Secret Wall

old canadian taxpaying narcissist pets self in mirror

old canadian taxpaying narcissist pets self in mirror

the politics of tools

Saul going to see Paul

 
Brains blasted there
upon the page
gray matter gobbed
blood of the poet congealed
this grotesque palimpsest
last words concealed
beneath the blood
shattered neurons
glial cells unglued
glopped, splattered

A text of rage coagulated
there upon the page.

Axons impel thought to take
that fatal fiery leap
across synapse into act
fiction into fact.

Atoms smash against the skull
the neural net tattered warp and woof
the brain that strings the words extruded
globbed, fragmented, spattered
last words occluded by the final proof

The text of rage coagulated
there upon the page.

DEATH