Saturday, March 29, 2014

Throwback


I thought once I returned 
To the motherland, I’d remember 
Things I’d long forgotten— 

How silly to think one could 
Go back and fetch memories 
As if they were sticks 

To be retrieved and you 
A mere puppy playing 
At being a man. 






Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Carpe Diem (On a Sunny Spring Day)


From where I sit, here’s how 
It’s done, mate— 

Two cold-blooded conjugated 
Saurians getting their rocks off right 

Here and now on a bed of warm slate. 





Sunday, March 23, 2014

Belated World Poetry Day Poem


The first day of spring demands 
A poem second to none, Maestro— 

So let the music begin, 
And may the best song last 

Till one better comes along. 



Thursday, March 20, 2014

Avian Flash Fiction


This is where I tell you how 
My whole life flew past me 

As I reeled 

Off one hundred stories 
In one fell swoop. 






Monday, March 17, 2014

Do You Read Me, Pinhead?


Don’t be surprised,
Dude— 

Up from the gutter right 
Up your alley 

After you, the king 
Pin's waiting

His turn to bowl 
Your world over— 

Where are you? 


Saturday, March 15, 2014

Huuklyeand Cinquor on Poets Coming Clean with their Craft


I thought if I washed out my mouth with lots 
Of soap and water, my speech 
Would henceforth spume forth 
A fountainhead 

Of pure verse shining 
And smelling like a million bucks— 
But all that came out of it reeked 
Of a foul, wishy-washy tongue that was all 

Fucked up and too utterly bankrupt 
To strive towards any semblance of upkeep. 


Moderator’s comment: Huuk certainly knows his way around the poetic blogosphere— who would have thought he’d latch on to a catchy phrase from Conrad DiDiodato’s comment on a post over at ursprache and work it into a telling commentary on the modern poet’s coming to terms with his/her language predicament—whatever that may be.

NB:

In the event the ursprache link is broken, here’s Conrad’s comment on a Seferis quote (“Unimaginable how much patience is needed to see the simplest things. How much patience I need to write a single verse.”):

Borrowing phraseology from C.S.Lewis, I'd say you can start by wanting to write good verse (for which much patience is required) and in the end you may get Poetry; however, beginning with the "soap and water" of much contemporary poetry will get you nothing at all. Of that you can be certain


Thursday, March 13, 2014

Crafty



how cute          can you get you



ask                  yourself  begging



the ugly



question          you refuse



point-blank      to answer.


Sunday, March 9, 2014

Encomium


So down-to-earth 
The plodding, the bearing 
So very on the nose, poised

On the edge with a stiff 
Upper lip, this was a poet who knew 
Exactly where he was going. 


Friday, March 7, 2014

Meant Not for the Birds


not 

believing 
what 
is 

in 
the 
air 

on 
the 
coast, 

incredulous 
gulls 

flock 
in 

to 
see 

inland 
sea 

of 
garbage, 

make 
sure 

they 
bring 
back 
plenty 

mementos 
for 
scrap 

book 
of 
unbelievable 
day 

trip 
there.

Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Great Expectations from the Dark Night


I’ve been lying low on this hillock waiting for the sun 
To descend behind the floating blue 
Black mountains every evening for ages 
And have yet to let anybody down— 

As sure as my name is Legion, any minute 
Now the needlelike cypresses reaching 
For the heavens will begin 
Sinking into the landscape again. 





Monday, March 3, 2014

Tin Ear


Wake up— 

The music the rain 
Makes as it falls 
On the tin 

Roof’s music you’d have 
To be snoring standing up 
Under it not to hear. 





Saturday, March 1, 2014

Ciphers


In the city square where strangers come and go, 
No one sees they’re being watched, stranger 
Still, none save me will ever know. 


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