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Everette Maddox
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I Hope It's Not Over, and Good-By.: Selected Poems of Everette Maddox
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2009
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4 editions
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The Everette Maddox Song Book
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published
1982
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American Waste
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1993
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Bar Scotch
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1988
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The Maple Leaf Rag An Anthology of New Orleans Poetry
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1980
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2 editions
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Rette's Last Stand
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2004
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2 editions
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The 13 Original Poems
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“The Poem
It's a rug: jump
on a bump and
another humps
up. It won't stay
smooth. It's nice skin
that keeps breaking
out in boils. It's
a cathedral,
with every word
a little gar-
goyle. A big grin
with all the teeth
snaggled. Because
somewhere, down deep
inside, every-
think is not all
right.”
― I Hope It's Not Over, and Good-By.: Selected Poems of Everette Maddox
It's a rug: jump
on a bump and
another humps
up. It won't stay
smooth. It's nice skin
that keeps breaking
out in boils. It's
a cathedral,
with every word
a little gar-
goyle. A big grin
with all the teeth
snaggled. Because
somewhere, down deep
inside, every-
think is not all
right.”
― I Hope It's Not Over, and Good-By.: Selected Poems of Everette Maddox
“Hypothetical Self-Epitaph
What if I just caved in,
gave out, pulled over
to the side of
the road of life,
& expired like an old
driver's license?
You might say He didn't
get far in 31 years.
But I'd say That's
all right, it was
the world's longest trip
on an empty tank.”
― I Hope It's Not Over, and Good-By.: Selected Poems of Everette Maddox
What if I just caved in,
gave out, pulled over
to the side of
the road of life,
& expired like an old
driver's license?
You might say He didn't
get far in 31 years.
But I'd say That's
all right, it was
the world's longest trip
on an empty tank.”
― I Hope It's Not Over, and Good-By.: Selected Poems of Everette Maddox
“Royal Street, Corner Conti
Hot day with clouds.
One of them brooding
days. One of them
magnolias sagging
onto the roof of one
of them sidewalk bars.
One of them old grey
folk singers out there
on the street. A lot
of them tourists,
with an admixture
of them lovers. One
of them invisible
pigeons just pissed,
straight down, narrowly
missing putting out
my pipe... Oh it's one
of them days that
threaten not to explode
but to implode, or out
of which the bottom
proposes to drop.”
― I Hope It's Not Over, and Good-By.: Selected Poems of Everette Maddox
Hot day with clouds.
One of them brooding
days. One of them
magnolias sagging
onto the roof of one
of them sidewalk bars.
One of them old grey
folk singers out there
on the street. A lot
of them tourists,
with an admixture
of them lovers. One
of them invisible
pigeons just pissed,
straight down, narrowly
missing putting out
my pipe... Oh it's one
of them days that
threaten not to explode
but to implode, or out
of which the bottom
proposes to drop.”
― I Hope It's Not Over, and Good-By.: Selected Poems of Everette Maddox
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