Sunday, September 30, 2012

Poetic Movements


Congested round the edges 
Of a stagnant pond, observe 

The lyre-like fronds 
Of ferns 

Behind which croaking 
Troubadours compose 

Watery, crepuscular songs. 





Thursday, September 27, 2012

A Tom Clark Poem


Like a fleeting heart 
Beat that causes me to stop 
To catch my breath 

Wherever it was 
I was going. 

 

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Clouds on the Horizon


In this picture snapped 
Against a background of clouds 
In a green meadow, the common

Edible field mushroom has 
The appearance of a giant flying 
Saucer that has just touched 

Down and whose crew is justly nebulous 
About meeting the earthlings 
They've heard so little about 

And who are now more than likely 
Getting ready to welcome them 
With another species 

Of mushrooming giant. 


Sunday, September 23, 2012

To a Poet Friend Drowning in Bathos


Had you but one iota left 
Of the deep lightness of a Herrick 

To keep you from going under, 
You’d have no need of a derrick. 

Friday, September 21, 2012

Another One for Rita, Hunchback Dwarf Forager






No beauty sleep for her 
Who recognizes all those uncommon 
Lovely greens one needs to know, 
Sets off before the morning 
Sun can wilt them, sells them after
For a pretty penny to housewives 
Too busy trying not to look ugly 
To get up and go.

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

To Oz Moses, Horticulturist


Plucked by a cryptic hand, no more 
Flower trysts for you, my friend 

Who cultivated the light openly 
Hoping it would never end. 

Monday, September 17, 2012

New Leaf


Quick, quick, the leaf, the leaf! 
How full of joy that

Whosoever has the eyes 
To weep when e’er a dying

One turns slowly over
And falls asleep. 



Saturday, September 15, 2012

Fixation (In the Manner of O'Hara)


I don’t have a cat 
But if I did, I know 

I’d want it to be 
Like Frank’s great 

Orange tawny one, Boris 
(Armed with Madness) Butts, 

The one he describes so lovingly, 
Aptly in “Cantata”— 

And if you want to know 
Why, you’ll just have to 

Part with that wild hair 
Up your ass, too.

Thursday, September 13, 2012

Smoke Screen


We all drive by 

The homeland the scene 
It looks terrible 

All these people up in smoke— 
No body screams. 



Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Misunderstood Muse


Year after year she wasted away 

Consuming notebook after notebook with what 
Husband and son imagined contagious nonsense— 

Having kept their distance, it made sense after 
She departed to chuck the lot in the fireplace. 



NB: Sadly enough, a true story which transpired in a neighboring village many years ago; only the roles of the spouses have been exchanged to make it and the title more “poetic”.

Sunday, September 9, 2012

Double Whammy


charmer, the man 
you vooded 

never knew what 
hit him where 

it hurt 
you too. 


Friday, September 7, 2012

Lynch Mobber


I remember the times they 

Spelt nothing but trouble 
And we had no time 

To stand around pretending 
We were just 

Innocent bystanders. 

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Virtual Cowboy


Whoa, there! I know 

There must be better ways 
To while away a morning than watching 

A horse grazing in a vacant lot 
Next to your house, 

But right now I feel right 
At home right here, 

Pardner. 

Monday, September 3, 2012

Metamorphosis of a Blythe Spirit


No skylark, summer found him one morning 
In an olive grove, waiting for the cicadas 
To begin their song from limb to limb; 

One evening at the end of autumn, 
Nailed to a twisted trunk, 
They found the shell of him.