Jackdaw chatters on
Tip of blighted cypress,
Biting acid tongue.
(First published in NOON: journal of the short poem, #2)
new old kid on the blog, with an occasional old or new poem written off the old writer's block
Friday, January 23, 2009
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Et in Arcadia ego
Poussin--
I remember
It must have been
Way back then
One spring it was poetic
I was sprightly
Dallying a way behind
Dilapidated swayback nag when
She sent my way a waft
Of her reeking
Slow ancient hind-
Quarters from what seemed half,
Nay, a whole classic pastoral
Country mile away--
I must tell you
I was genuinely
Swept away.
(First published in First Intensity #21, Fall 2006)
I remember
It must have been
Way back then
One spring it was poetic
I was sprightly
Dallying a way behind
Dilapidated swayback nag when
She sent my way a waft
Of her reeking
Slow ancient hind-
Quarters from what seemed half,
Nay, a whole classic pastoral
Country mile away--
I must tell you
I was genuinely
Swept away.
(First published in First Intensity #21, Fall 2006)
Monday, January 19, 2009
Pulp
curioCity kills Bloody Marys
maraschino cherries Pop guns
gang bangs poontang rat snitches
and Edsel squeals
cathouse beldams melt hams down
dog days nightmares ride hunchbacks
warning lights stop critters peeling
rubber dead in their tracks
cornered but ornery
disembodied vulvas bare back
their teeth like
the Cheshire cat.
(First published in Maverick Magazine 6/7)
maraschino cherries Pop guns
gang bangs poontang rat snitches
and Edsel squeals
cathouse beldams melt hams down
dog days nightmares ride hunchbacks
warning lights stop critters peeling
rubber dead in their tracks
cornered but ornery
disembodied vulvas bare back
their teeth like
the Cheshire cat.
(First published in Maverick Magazine 6/7)
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Skid Row
fool-
hardy
pigeon
taking off
down
precarious
flight
of run-down
steps,
falls
hard
upon
crumb
bum on landing.
(First published in Poetry Salzburg Review #9, Spring 2006)
hardy
pigeon
taking off
down
precarious
flight
of run-down
steps,
falls
hard
upon
crumb
bum on landing.
(First published in Poetry Salzburg Review #9, Spring 2006)
Friday, January 16, 2009
Cultivating the Species
Sow
Plenty of progeny,
My son--
Weed the pigweed
From the garden
When they're young.
(First published in Arabesques Review, v.2, issue 4)
Plenty of progeny,
My son--
Weed the pigweed
From the garden
When they're young.
(First published in Arabesques Review, v.2, issue 4)
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