Stable, As In Genius

To be able, perfectly 

Logical in the belief 

That every word slipping 

Off your tongue means

 

Exactly what you meant 

To say before being 

Uttered, wouldn’t that be just so 

Peachy utterly dumbfounding, 

You nutty fruitcake?

 

Greek Orthodox Easter Constitutional Redux

Resurrected 

Every year like 

Some clockwork Lazarus, 

You’ll find me taking in the latest 

Changes to my surroundings; 

Since my last appearance, nothing 

Much of import to report, save 

For that almost imperceptible yet 

Inescapable feeling 

I’ve been here before— 

Know what I mean?

 

Spoiled Brat

Poetry has better things 

To do with itself besides 

Tucking you in 

Night after night, 

Duckie.

 

 

Space

Mindless racer, stop 

And think that’s what fills

 

The void in your heart once 

You jettison all that 

 Precious junk orbiting it.

 

 

In Praise Of Timely Poetic Revision

You one of those “vanguard” 

Poets who know where 

Their vehicle’s headed

From the beginning? Time 

To put it in reverse 

Before it backfires 

With you still clutching 

The wheel, your 

Entire production number 

Suspended in midair 

Just over the next scenic hill— 

All you have to do is buckle up 

And wait it out— 

It’ll be over before 

You know it.