Thursday, November 15, 2018

Autumnal Ritual


Centenarian plane tree 
Waving goodbye 

To golden leaves, black- 
Garbed old woman 

Meticulously sweeping 
House walkway clean. 


Tuesday, November 13, 2018

If The Truth Were Known


You wake up after dreaming 
You’ll be deprived of everything 
In the by and by— 

A sycophant’s somewhere 
In your subconscious 
Telling you not to worry, 

Everything’s a lie. 


Sunday, November 11, 2018

Early Spring Haiku


Bashô stares at fronds 
Shaggy with hoarfrost ringing 
Frozen froggy pond. 


Friday, November 9, 2018

Phaedra And The Depiction Of Artistic Fidelity



In her young artist’s eye, the storm
Clouds are menacing
Frenetic grey and black
Jagged squiggles raining

Down long drawn-out
Swaths of green on
The heads of three purplish-
Red poppies, one of which is

Being caressed by
A long thin penciled right arm
Belonging to a young sun-
Glasses-wearing mop-

Headed red-haired girl holding
In her left hand something
Resembling a leafless tree,
Its ten green limbs radiating

Out from the center, each
Gangly arm dangling one
Black, glob-like fruit--
In other words, a fantastic

Child’s umbrella!—instead of your usual
Plain, black, grownup one, the likes
Of which most of us would more
Than likely mistakenly take it for.

Wednesday, November 7, 2018

Pierian Spring Redux


What to do, what to do? 

All around us, simple 
Things so profound 
As water rises, water falls— 

What to do, what to do? 
Keep to the high ground, 
Drink deep, too. 


Monday, November 5, 2018

You Talkin' To Me, Janus?


I’ll tell you this much, love—the more 
We hate others unlike us, the less 
Hate we have for ourselves. 


Saturday, November 3, 2018

Out To Lunch In The Land Of The Free Besieged


a small pale 

red-handled bright 

blue picnic basket 

has been left 


on top 

of a bullet- 

riddled freshly 

painted white wall, 


help yourselves. 


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