as if, one by one, the memories you used to harbor
decided to retire to the southern hemisphere of the brain,
to a little fishing village where there are no phones.
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: Billy Collins, dark humor, forgetfulness, humorous poems, social commentary
If I could just get my hands on you,
Kierkegaard, or Conor Cruise O'Brien,
they seem to say,
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: Billy Collins, love poetry
You are the bread and the knife
The crystal goblet and the wine...
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: Billy Collins, love poetry