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Derek Earl Houghton Poems

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The  purpose of art is to render emotional disfigurement fashionable. Art is the calling card of the species. It is the language of the soul. Art is what's in for Fall


Derek Earl Houghton

 
 
 

Now That The Bridges Have All Been Burned

As it stands, we know too much

Sweet Innocence is a relic.

Naivety  has become a fond memory.

The ballots are in. It is official.

This is the end of innocents.

This is the end of infatuation.

This is the end of poetry.

The internet is a hand grenade that

has been lobed  into the fragrant

garden of forgetfulness

It has carpet bombed the

pastures of human tenderness

and poisoned  the the lily pond

of the  imagination.

I already see the dead  bloated fish and detritus

floating  down an ever darkening  stream

Day by day I feel my heart grow ever darker



Derek Earl Houghton


 
 
 

Owning Stuff

The man obsessed with ownership is not unlike the bag lady.

The bag lady has a five foot high stack of weathered

grey soggy  rotting garbage bags in a rusted shop ping cart.

She will not part with. these possessions .

She is always in search of more trash to add to the pile.

She doesn’t know what’s in the bags.

She protects them with her life.

She is insane .

At two in the morning if you listen carefully

she lays on her back  at the corner of Bay and King

in the Toronto  financial district

and she howls at the moon.


Derek Earl Houghton


 
 
 
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