Sunday, August 1, 2021

Archilochos In The Vineyards Of Thasos At Harvest Time

[burgundy stains but]

 

when [ ? ] grapes [blush]

and [   ] [   ] [   ] full-

 

[bodied] half-

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naked Bacchus-

 

[soaked] maidens know

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[no?] shame, may the

 

[manuscript here barely legible]

 

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[goddess] help [me?]

 

[   ] [   ] [   ] [   ] I too

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lust [   ] [   ] [   ] just

 

[evidence of violent shredding]

 

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[series of large gaping holes]

 

OOOOOOOOOOOO

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OOOOOOOOOOOO

 

Tuesday, July 27, 2021

Old Country Vignette, 1947

The big brother, next 
To the father, leaving 
The village for the new 
World, turning round, 
His arms outstretched, 
Crying out to the younger 
Standing motionless 
Next to the mother: Baby, 
Baby brother, why 
Won’t you fit into my pocket?

 

Friday, July 23, 2021

Saturday, July 17, 2021

Unutterable Poetic Aural Disorder

Dear distinguished post- 
Modern colleagues—shout 
This dictum conundrum out 
 
Loud and clear 
If you can 
Hear it— 
 
Beyond silence there 
Can be no absence 
Of silence to speak of, 
 
Once the listener listening 
For the sound of his own 
Voice in the wilderness, 
 
Finally discovers 
It’s long gone over the hill, 
Taking his person with him. 
 
 
 

Thursday, July 15, 2021

Emendating Diogenes The Dog

Who was said 
To have said so downright
Astutely all men think
 
But for some baffling 
Reason forgot to add 
Most of the time they
 
Just sit broodingly
Back on their haunches
And do nothing
 
But think they think.



 
 
 
 
 

 

Thursday, July 8, 2021

Medium Of Augury

Some will 
Tell you your future 
By reading your palm, 
Others by perusing 
The intricate 
Patterns left in the dregs 
Of a demitasse that has been 
Turned upside-down 
And righted again, still 
Others will insist 
On a close examination 
Of the entrails 
Of some slaughtered 
Hapless animal, whatever 
Your choice choose wisely, 
And with plenty of foresight,
As you have only one life to lose— 
Don’t waste it. 
 
 
 

 

Sunday, July 4, 2021

Well-Addressed Aporia Of The Disenchanted Man

Bah, absolute 
Humbug I say—why 
Do we call it 
 
A brand-new day 
When there’s nothing 
New under the sun,
 
And hand-me-down
Habits continue 
To wear us away?
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

Wednesday, June 30, 2021

Ossuary Dust

For those grief-stricken 
To the marrow, black is 
 
Never black enough, white 
Has to be washed clean 
 
To the bone, ashes are 
Best left alone. 
 
 
 
 

 

Friday, June 25, 2021

Definitely Not My Cup Of Tea

Get outta here, cupcake! 
Of what use is a slam 
Bang-up ejaculating protesting 
Poet who loves sucking 
Up the limelight but lacks 
The balls to give snow- 
Flakes like us the finger? 
 
 

 

Wednesday, June 23, 2021

After Seferis

Don’t waste the breath 
That spirit gave you— 
 
Breathe new life into it, 
Then pass it on. 
 
 
 

 

Sunday, June 20, 2021

Good Old Salt Of The Earth

The newcomers 
To the game 
 
Ready or not, they’ll come 
Seek us out come hell 
 
Or whatever’s left 
Of high water the moment 
 
We’ve run out of places 
To hide and stranded 
 
In the salt pans and long past 
Healing, the waves begin 
 
To lick old wounds again. 
 
 
 

 

Tuesday, June 15, 2021

Mad Air Of Minimalism

the 
small 
 
birds 
twittering 
 
there- 
in 
 
the 
heart 
 
of 
the 
 
flowering 
pomegranate, 
 
their 
twiggy 
 
throats 
pulsing 
 
the 
all- 
 
encompassing 
fruity 
 
morning 
air.
 
 
 
 

 

Friday, June 11, 2021

God Only Knows How You Can

Toil in silence fashioning 
Taut well-oiled verse and stay 
Forever a cipher—but hot damn, 
 
Strut on stage, do a cool loose- 
Jointed shimmy holding fans in
Awe and slam-bam if you ain’t 
 
Straightaway the hottest act in town!


 
 
 

 

Monday, June 7, 2021

Heavyweight Greeting Card

you 
open
 
it 
and 
out 
 
of 
the 
blue— 
 
voila! 
 
deep 
violet 
blue 
 
dragon- 
fly 
un- 
folds 
 
its 
paper 
thin 
 
wings 
and 
light 
 
as 
feather 
 
weight 
lifts 
you 
 
up 
and 
away 
 
light 
as 
an 
ephemeral 
 
fly. 
 
 

 

Saturday, June 5, 2021

Whitewashed Janus

The worst 
You can do is still
 
Better than what 
You’ve done 
 
So far—but try 
Till you’re blue 
 
In the face, 
For the likes 
 
Of me, 
You'll never be
 
Able to
Tell the difference.

 

Wednesday, June 2, 2021

Monday, May 31, 2021

AlieNation

Sometimes we think 
Perhaps we are not 
Of this world and more 
 
Often than not, we 
Actually believe it— 
Until we look 
 
In the mirror and 
In that proverbial blink 
Of an eye can’t 
 
Unbelieve it.

 

Thursday, May 27, 2021

Lux Sit Found Not Wanting

The first thing 
Each dawn gives you remains 
 
The last thing you wish 
To give up.

 

Monday, May 24, 2021

Orientations: Ways And Means

Left to its own means, 
The world will follow 
Your meanderings 
 
To the ends of the Earth 
And back if you let it, 
Or leave you forever 
 
Facing true north 
If you won’t. 
 
 
 
 
 

 

Saturday, May 22, 2021

Betcha Haven't Heard This One

In reply 
To the butcher’s 
Question about how 
 
Much lamb to cut, 
The village 
Priest raised his 
 
Pudgy right 
Hand high, as if getting 
Ready to bring an imaginary 
 
Cleaver down 
To halve that fantastic 
Looking carcass hanging up- 
 
Side down 
In front of him, 
When he was cut 
 
Short at the apex 
By the first peal 
Of lugubrious church 
 
Bells prompting him 
To blurt out—“Oops, 
In that case, let’s go 
 
Whole hog with it,” 
As he followed through with his 
Stroke of good luck
 
In one deliciously executed 
Priceless swoop. 
 
 
 

Wednesday, May 19, 2021

Starstruck And Fanciful Fairytale Spinster Muse

Impetuous and prone to become
Smitten with every hack-acting 
Syrupy Tom, Dick, and Harry 
Who threw you the slightest 
Askance glance, thank 
Your lucky stars you managed 
To come this far and never 
Once fell head-over-heels 
For that cheesy, pock-marked 
Man in the moon or even worse, 
Ended up wart-bespangled 
And hitched to a croaking, 
Ludicrous toad in drag. 
 
 
 
 
 

 

Monday, May 17, 2021

Haiku: Thistles

Waves of silver mauve 
Rippling in the slightest wind— 
Itch to go elsewhere.

 

 

Friday, May 14, 2021

Monday, May 10, 2021

Acme Life Preserver Loans, Inc.

Washed out and dead 
Tired of trying to keep 
Your head above troubled waters 
In a sea flush with sharks? Why not 
 
Drop in and float 
An exclusive Lifesaver Loan™ 
With us? Once you decide to 
Take the plunge, we’ll have you 
 
High and dry, head over heels 
And walking on water straight 
To the Promised Land no
Strings attached. 
 
 

 

Saturday, May 8, 2021

Haiku: Don't Look Now But

A well’s planted here 
Between two thin cypresses— 
It’s full of eels' eyes.
 
 
 
 

 

Thursday, May 6, 2021

Poem Of Your Life

Finding the right 
Words for it should not be 
 
Your sole concern,
But if it is, learn how 
 
To make the best of it. 
 
 

 

Monday, May 3, 2021

Consummate Cos Organic

with- 
in 
 
its 
cool
 
leafy 
green 
heart 
like 
 
to 
think 
 
there 
are 
two 
spotted 
 
red 
and 
black 
lady 
bugs 
out
 
making
pure 
whoopee. 
 
 

 

Friday, April 30, 2021

Shakespearean Wordplay

Analogy resembles 
 
A world bespoken, 
Made-to-order, incomparable 
To compare, say incarnadine
 
Lest we should flesh out 
Those bloody incongruous 
Seas of filth abiding us there. 
 
 
 
 

 

Wednesday, April 28, 2021

Tuesday, April 27, 2021

Unfinished Business

Left to my own 
Faulty devices, I find 
 
What I no longer have 
Any need of keeps 
 
Lagging behind, reminding 
Me of what it is 
 
I am missing— 
A friend in need. 
 
 
 
 
 

 

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

Meretricious 
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? 
 
 
 

 

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