Saturday, August 31, 2024

Excess Baggage


It just so happens 

There is much 
One can get 
Out of the vehicle 
Of poetry— 

A free ride is not
One of them.


 

 

Wednesday, August 21, 2024

Apple Of Our Poetic Eye

first off,
leave nothing 

to chance
and listen: 

no baubles, please—
whatever we hold

dear must be surely
precious to the ear,

and to that eyeless,
munching under-

study of a worm, under-
taking everything, all in

good stride.

 

 

 

Saturday, August 17, 2024

Harmonious Love Song Of A Singularly Irrational Muse

Do not try
To understand me— 

Just love me
As I am, 

And let us be two
Dissimilar voices entwined 

In perfect knavish harmony! 

 

 

Monday, August 12, 2024

Eyesore In The Stately Kingdom Of Pines


Where what’s left 
Of memory remains 
This derelict sinking 

Slowly under an eye- 
Opening accruing piercing 
Cover of needles, above all 

Let us keep in mind how
We took pains to leave 
The master key 

Somewhere in the blah 
Back country stretches 
Of forgettable plains.




 

 

Saturday, August 3, 2024

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