Wednesday, July 29, 2020

Classic Tragicomical Pretext

The deus ex machina 
Driving the next 

Poem you are breathlessly 
Anticipating is waiting 

In the wings disguised 
As a winged Trojan beating 

A dead and falling horse. 

Saturday, July 25, 2020

Refracted Heraclitean Song


In the stream, the 

Reflection of that 
Ambivalent face swaying this 

Way and that, the beckoning
Reeds stuck in mud.

Tuesday, July 21, 2020

Grasping Aspirant Prestidigitation

Would that the poem suddenly 
Materialize before 

Our wondering eyes 
In its entirety so 

That we could verily 
Consume it whole, now 

That would be real 
Magic working

My wannabe, 
Gullible friends. 

Friday, July 17, 2020



The poem 
At last 

Arrives, you will 
Know by the deafening 

Silence it leaves 
Behind, you were never 

Here to begin with. 

Friday, July 10, 2020

Evensong In The Air


light a descending 
heavy scent 
of night 


an ascendant night 
bird’s calling 

a duet 

Wednesday, July 8, 2020

Ad Infinitum In The Wide Open Spaces

Buckaroos, buck up— 

Just when 
The ditty tends 

To end, it ends up 
With plenty more 

Bloody spaces
To begin again. 

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