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Gil Hoy

Threw It Away Years Ago

I’ve no use for
a stainless steel
lightweight, corrosive

resistant contraption that encumbers
my wrist

and can’t tell me anything
useful anyway:

Like when my kids might grow up,
my heart will stop beating

or the last polar bear
will step off the last piece

of melting sea ice
and silently disappear.

Gil Hoy tries cases before juries of his peers in Boston, Massachusetts and searches for winning poems in his legal arguments.

Gil Hoy

Abstinence

Before waking
sleeping giant ghosts

living deep inside you,

living deep inside
your most faraway dreams,

be sure you first know
your universe to its core.

Gil Hoy is a Boston poet and trial lawyer.

Gil Hoy

Simile

Rest in peace
defunct T.  Rex,

mythical dinosaur king
with erector set jaws,

your ecological
footprint so sizeable

that the earth couldn’t
support you—

like the carbon footprint
of the Futtsu Thermal Power

Station, its parents
grandparents

brothers and sisters.

Gil Hoy‘s poems are like ….

Gil Hoy

Buffalo Bill’s

Buffalo Bill’s

alive

who now

rides a smooth, black and white

energy-saving Tesla

that accelerates onetwothreefourfivesix justlikethat

Jesus

I miss my watersmooth-silver stallion

but what i want to know is

how do you like your Pontiac now

Mister Death.

Gil Hoy writes poems in Boston while his daughter and son-in-law drive around in their new Tesla in Palo Alto.

 

 

Gil Hoy

Man’s Best Friend

If she had only gotten up
to walk the barking dog

on that early pitch-black morning,

then I would have had time
to check my tax return,

would have caught my mistake,
wouldn’t have been audited,

wouldn’t have had to tell
that little white lie,

wouldn’t be sitting in this cold
damp cell—

while it is still dark outside,
and my wife is still sleeping.

Gil Hoy is a Boston poet and trial lawyer who likes to write poems about little things that his wife didn’t do that kept him out of trouble.

 

 

Gil Hoy

Englishmen

Have you been to
the Protestant cemetery
in Rome

and seen Keats’s cats—
so many cats—

skating on a watery grave,
drinking the writ water,

growing stronger?

Gil Hoy writes poems in Boston, Massachusetts and neighboring environs, reads Elizabeth Bishop and John Keats, and tries cases before juries of his peers.

Gil Hoy

Happy Birthday Song

The chocolate cake
was particularly good

this year, and the frosting
tasted of opulence
and decadence,

like the crisp sheen
of shining dollar bills

that father made—
‘though some say stole—

after he was able
to buy the business
down the street
for a song.

Gil Hoy tries cases before juries in Boston, Massachusetts and searches for winning poems in his legal arguments.

Gil Hoy

Presidential Temperament 

A radioactive red

wheel barrow 

loses its dependability
when 

glazed with black
rain 

beside the dead
chickens.

Gil Hoy is a Boston trial lawyer and poet.