Monday, January 16, 2017

Huuklyeand Cinquor on Why Poets Should Always Carry Notepads

Yes, yes—I know you think 
You’re a poet but 

Have you never thought 
You’re a poet only 
When writing and not 
Ballyhooing in a cage before 
The likes of John Q. Public 
Like a monkey in a zoo? 

If not, please note such 
Knowledge helps you 
Keep your mind composed, 
Off the subject and not 

Going bananas if you do. 

Moderator’s comments: Hey, Huuk—no use going apeshit when all around you 'monkey see, monkey do'—just write a lyric that’ll send ‘em all back to the zoo.

Wednesday, January 11, 2017

Huuklyeand Cinquor on Conceptual Poetry*

To get to the bottom 
And fully 

Appreciate it, 
You have to 

Wade through its shallows 
Holding your nose 

And sucking in 
As many 

Fishy metaphors 
As you can 


Moderator’s comment: Call me Ishmael, mate, but if you can’t see that this is a bull’s eye gaff from that grand old man of piercing wit and sure-fire aplomb aimed at those blubbering pompous purveyors of purloined poetry, you don’t know a “gaff” from a “gaffe” and it’s time to put a patch over your “good” eye, too. 

*for more edification on your way to becoming this murky body of poetry’s complete (sic) angler, go to

Saturday, January 7, 2017

Sleeping on It

Above the little house 
Under the giant oak, 

A rasping wintry over- 
Night rattle of leaves 

Letting go, blanketing your body, 
Your wrinkled eyebrows 


Something there is 
In your limbs 

Your bones should know. 


Wednesday, January 4, 2017

Fate of a Nondescript Pornographic Poet

he knew all
too well 

his femmes fatales 
would find him soft 

and graphically 

ken at the end 
of one pulpy pen 


line after another, 
and where nothing

he laid down 

before them in vain 
glorious color 

could stop them 
from coming 

sheathed in plain 

fictions again and again.

Wednesday, December 28, 2016

Pathetic Fallacy


Rainy day 
Bubbles bubbles bubbles 
Bubbling buoyantly 

In the gutter they call life 
Floating by—oh, 
Oh, the joy of it! 

To see how hollow 
They follow one another all 
The while going pop, pop, pop, 

Never asking why 
They leave their troubles 
For the sweet by-and-by. 

NB: Originally posted December 28, 2016 and video-updated January 9, 2017.

Friday, December 23, 2016

Huuklyeand Cinquor on Transcending a Rat Race Mentality

Forget about that “better” mouse trap— 
Even if you should 
Wake to find the trodden 
Masses beating a path to your door,

Better you turn turncoat and get out 
Of the rat race rather than looking 
Down and thinking twice 
Too many poor dead 

Vermin already infesting the floor. 

Moderator’s comments: First off, Huuk’s “baneful” attack against one of the scourges of contemporary society i.e. the “rat race,” is diluted by too much reliance on mousy soporific bromides; secondly, where “a shrill piping of plenty” is clearly called for, he gives us an overdose of black-humored trumpery; finally, one wonders if it isn’t time for him to seriously consider retiring from the poetry wars and expend what’s left of his Parnassian energy on something more constructive, say like swatting gadflies that are always bugging our flying white horse Pegasus whenever it touches down to quench its thirst at the sacred Pierian watering hole.

Friday, December 16, 2016

Introduction to Heuristics 101

In which we will examine how 
Amongst other sundry occurrences, 
The path of least resistance sweeps 
You off your feet and with the greatest 
Of ease throws you over the nearest cliff.