Pearlies Of Wisdom

Believe me,
Nothing to believe in is
Nothing to sneer at— 

Just think zilch
And you’ll see how
Grim it is to grin, 

And your curling upper
Lip unable to bear it
By tucking it in. 

 

 

Last Logbook Entry Of An Unjustly Neglected Satiric Poet

 

Hell or high water,
I’ll keep shouting it 

Till I’m blue in the face:
I’m not going to keel over 

And die till I see all three
Of my intimate followers’ 

Bulging bloodshot eyes
Green with envy, ogling 

The body of my work
And me 

In my final resting place,
Period. 

 

 

Doggedness

 

Nothing remains
The same: It’s been said so
Many times it’s old-hat,
Oblivious to change— 

Keep on trucking light
Just the same, tread
Water if you have to,
Always use your given name. 

 

 

Poetry For Oblivious Mutts

--Corazón, stout dog,
“Poetry Is a Destructive Force,”
Wallace Stevens 

 

To bark with all our might
Straight from the heart is just
What we didn’t want— 

We needed something
That would clearly set us apart
From the howling, romantic pack. So 

Oh so vain as ever, we found ourselves
Mushing on to wherever it was
We were going, 

Forgetting all too soon
That which brings us
Together remains

For all appearances,
A blinding blizzard pure
As the driven snow. 

 

 

 

N.B. Haiku

Note intended not
To be read in haste only—

Attend is the word.

 

 

Out Of It, Deeply

Burrowing 

Rodent can’t tell
Its shadow from a hole 

In the ground.