Poems from J. E. Cramer

My first song was “Closing Time,” Sweaty hands on borrowed strings. Many more messily followed, And my calloused fingertips fit them  ...
My sons, You have unmade me, Made me mother to an empire-- Would that the two of you once Again were twin vigilantes, rather than A king...
  Oh, my love, my Saturday baby, the weekend Brings an end to my weakness. It’s never enough to see you Beside me, but all things aside,...
Too often I find myself lost to The tune of longing, and we’ll say Loneliness in every Beat; my scarf’s discarded and the thin varnish of...
I don’t know what to write In your  yearbook--I’ve already told you Everything. You’ve told your friends Everything I said, everything did...

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