Gravitational Pull

Believe it or not, 

What he wanted always fell 
Within reach or it did not, 

And he always rose 
To the occasion, 

Whether it was what 
He wanted or not. 

Aphrodite Awash in the Limelight

When she crawled out dripping 
Wet from the primordial slime and bared sharp 
Beckoning phosphorescent teeth, 
Those who went gaga moonstruck

On the strand moved ever closer, 
Took the plunge and grunted 
They had never before been 
Blinded, sucked in by a more wondrous sight. 

The others stranded in the forlorn hinterland 
Had to make do with a less fortuitous fate— 
Such light as they bathed in was toothless, 
A gaping black hole appearing eons too late. 

How to Stop Churning out Garbage Ad Infinitum

If it smells bad, don’t you 

Recycle it. 

Upon My Word

Such silence 

Building up unbearable 

Cornerstones to speak of 

Silence holding up each word. 

Janus-faced Narcissus Reflecting

Strange I should think 

You’re not at all like me. 

Dictum

Wordsmith— 

If it’s worth thinking about, 
Find a language worthy of it. 

Terminator

Don’t answer the open-ended question 
That’s waiting at the end—no matter how 

The poem appears 
Finished with nothing 

More to give you, you have 
Yet to give it 

Everything you have and more— 
What on earth are you waiting for?


 

Deluge after a Long-Drawn-Out Dry Spell

So many rushing 
Myriad liquid diamonds,

Even the rocks are gushing. 

Heady, Unruly Spirit

Don’t look now—wind 
Heading your way— 

More than strong 

Enough to carry that 
Heedless head off

And away.