Two Poems by Frank Giampietro
After Picking a Small Scab (with Apologies to my Mother)

Someday they will discover a way to bring the dead back to life and make the body live forever, and not only that but the body once reincarnated will grow younger and then regenerate so that it always remains twenty-one years old. All that will be needed is DNA. They'll appoint a special branch of government to empty the graveyards. My son and daughter will search for my ashes, scattered some place I haven't yet decided is significant enough.

I'd have a tattoo right now if I could find one significant enough.

A tattoo will fade with age but they say the scar from a brand lasts forever.

Every day my children will go to the river, let's say, and they will take my manuscripts and they will tear out pages to fold up things they believe are me to bring to the local agency to analyze; the down from a duck for instance, thinking it's my hair.

Last night something my wife said to comfort me made me think for the first time that even though the universe is big, perhaps the afterlife is bigger. I hope, when I get there, I have more energy to do things like walk around, also, that the places where one can walk are more like the city, not for the sidewalks and buildings, but because in the city the people look as if they might live forever.

Untitled (A Meditation on First Book Titles)

Usually a Two to Three Word Phrase in Hopes of Summing Up the Authors Poetics and Grasp of the Sublime

One, Two, Three, or Even, Four or More Word Phrase, Sometimes Ironic, Sometimes with Punctuation, Summing Up the Author's Poetics and Grasp of the Sublime

A One, Two, Three, or Even Four, or More Word Ironic Phrase, with Punctuation

. . . In Place of A More Discursive Example (or Poem) of How Frank Giampietro Begins to Think of His Poetics and Meager Grasp of the Sublime

. . . In which Frank Giampietro Humbly offers His Poetics and Meager Grasp of the Sublime

. . . Begins to Think Out Loud About the Sublime

. . . Humbly Presents Himself (and His Book) as One Who Has Something Interesting to Say, Through the Medium of Contemporary Poetry, About the Sublime

. . . Finds it Impossible to Humbly Present Himself (and His Book) as One Who Has Something Interesting to Say, Through the Medium of Contemporary Poetry, About, What he Must Because of the Constraints of Space and What is Appropriate in Terms of Length, Here Refer to as, Simply, the Sublime

Title In Which

. . . Frank Giampietro Has Great Difficulty Presenting Himself (and his book) as One Who Has Something Interesting to Say About the Sublime, he Supposes

. . . The Titling of a Book is Thought by the Author to Be an Almost Insurmountable Task Because of the Implied Need For, Among Other Things, Equal Parts Definition and Humility

The Sublime He Supposes

A Need For Equal Parts

. . . Definition and Humility

. . . Connotation and Humility

A Desire For equal Parts Connotation and humility

As if The Publisher Chose the Title Because The Author Couldn't or Wouldn't

Title Because In Order to Be Published There Must Be a Title

Not That I Don't Believe in Titles, I just Can't Come Up with One

Haven't Been Able to Decide on a Title Yet

This Will Do For a Title

. . . Even Though and Because of Its Reliance On the
Cliché

Title

T is For Title

T

1

1ST

Not the 2nd

Based on Age Alone, This Should be my 2nd Book

Another upper Middle Class While Male with a Book of Poems

A Title Doesn't Have to be Such a Big Deal

"A Title Doesn't Have to be Such a Big Deal" He Finally Said to Himself

Frank Giampietro