Alexander Jorgensen

Poem for Discharming

A variation on Robert Browning

Alexander Jorgensen was born and raised along the foothills of Western Massachusetts. An incessant traveler, he has lived and worked in such disparate places as the Czech Republic, the Galapagos Archipelago, China, and Kazakhstan. His visual poetry and writings appear in such publications as Van Gogh's Ear, Noon: Journal of the Short Poem, Moria, Drunken Boat, The Return of Kral Majales: Prague's International Literary Renaissance 1990-2010, The Last Vispo Anthology, and Kabita Pakshik (translations into Bengali by poet and translator Subhashis Gangopadhyay). "Letters to a Younger Poet," correspondences with the late Robert Creeley, appears in Jacket #31. He was nominated for the Pushcart Prize in 2008.
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Blogger Maria said...

All too often I have


with longing -

into men that creep

Stiff and cold;

A coat of hoar frost

to their bones.

And what of this longing

my curse

that seeks to defrost.

While they eyeing me

with contempt

seek to obliterate.

Let us get to the heart

of this matter

for they travel

in packs

Stifled howl

a slow grey desire

for bony pubescent


As they wield power

a keeper of their ego’s


In the gravity that falls

alongside me.

It is their stench

a soulless dance

wrapped around

my first grey hair

My transition

even the spirit of me.

Their words a trail

of poisonous bread crumbs

all visual

they invite themselves

to my table

to eat on my raw


served with their monster


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