Thursday, April 22, 2021

Archilochos And The Nymph Neobulé

Some Parian nonentity was strutting 
In the agora today with my ravishing 
Neobulé—I had to leave her unquenched, 
Still on fire down by a bush 
Near a brook and ran off 
Babbling when the struggle 
Got hot and way out of hand— 
Somehow, saving my shaft seemed 
More precious, I mean where 
Could I find another 
One equally cool, 
Whiplike and long? 

Tuesday, April 20, 2021

Sunday, April 18, 2021

First Things First

—for Eleni, always 

The last thing you wish 
To see before falling 
Asleep is the fluttering 
Of her eyelids first 
Thing in the morning. 


Sunday, April 11, 2021

Hardly Bellwether

As a keystone 
Ring scraped 
Off the bottom 
Of a dry stone 
Wishing well 
No longer sounding
Whistle clean. 


Thursday, April 8, 2021

Phantasmagorical Doggerel Entrapment

What say we make writing it 
On a whim just for the sake of proving 
It can be done a case of actus reus
And the malfeasant(s) in question 
Hounded till caught humping 
A bemused muse in flagrante delicto
Then summarily tried and sentenced 
To be flogged rhythmically to the tune 
Of forty lashes with a wet poodle—what 
Prissy purveyors of emasculated poetic 
Truth would dare come forth to accuse us 
Of spreading shaggy dog stories? 


Tuesday, April 6, 2021

Sunday, April 4, 2021

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