Thursday, January 28, 2021

"Poetry Lesson," Fifty Years Later

And yet, we still know something 
Of that bittersweet ambivalence— 
The draining out of love in syllables 
Taught us, among other things, silence 
And how we talked our way around it.


Tuesday, January 26, 2021

Abominable Welcome Of A Dangling Postmodern Poetic Modifier

Wrapped up 
In the mind of a snowman, 
The wintry 
Reception could not 
Put the indefatigable 
Raucous rapper’s cool 
Red-hot delivery 
On ice. 


Saturday, January 23, 2021

Coleridge On Why His "Rime Of The Ancient Mariner" Turned Out To Be So Long And Drawn-Out

Oh, I’d have finished it 
Straightway in a high romantic fit 
Alright but for that hellish albatross 
That hung round brooding 
Over my best laid plans,
Not to mention those 
Spent endless days 
Soul searching damnable 
Interminable nights,
And bearings too loose
To set my course aright.


Thursday, January 21, 2021

Unwavering Rustic Song Of Heraclitus

Concurrently caught  
In the babbling 
Brook, the rippling yet 
Still clear reflection 
Of that brooding 
Face swaying this 
Way and that, 
And the clinging,
Beckoning music 
Of reeds firmly 
Stuck in muck. 


Tuesday, January 19, 2021

Fat Chance, Moneybags

Supine in a frozen greenback trance, 
You’re nailed to the earth still banking 
On the hoarfrost round your body 
To stand up and dance. 


Friday, January 15, 2021

Naysayers' Ars Poetica

The real reason 
People don’t get poetry— 
It’s much easier not to 
Ask yourself why. 


Wednesday, January 13, 2021

Not All Greek, Yet--

—for my niece Tanja, 
whose heart most certainly is. 
To not know 
A word the old 
Woman’s saying but 
To feel her hand 
On your forehead talking 
A language 
Both of you understand.


Tuesday, January 12, 2021

"Well, If I Were You, I Wouldn't Start From Here"

But seriously now, 
How else are you 
To get to where 
You have to go when 
On your way there, 
That long-awaited lame 
Punch line comes limping out 
Of nowhere with just enough 
Clout to send your senses reeling 
Back to you-know-where? 


Friday, January 8, 2021


Nothing so far- 
Fetched as a stork 
Bringing a new-
Born baby in- 
To a Greek house- 
Hold; here, it’s something
More down-to-Earth, I can 
Still remember my mom’s 
Answer when I asked her
That tormenting question so 
Many years ago: “Why, 
From the kneecap, you
Silly boy, where else?” 
As she slapped 
Her right leg smartly,
Letting out a small laugh 
Like a mischievous child 
At the same time. 


Wednesday, January 6, 2021

Sunday, January 3, 2021

Geezer Spouting Off Again

For us bloody 
Hardy blowhards, breathing 
Profusely comes easy—what sucks 
As all get out is holding all that non 
Stop volatile stentorian hot 
Air indefinitely in. 


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