What does it mean,
To grope? To an inquisitor,
I suppose it must
Mean to find yourself
Feeling uncertainty when
It happens
You find yourself fumbling
At the end of a rope.
new old kid on the blog, with an occasional old or new poem written off the old writer's block
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Careless
YOUR MISSION, SHOULD YOU DECIDE TO ACCEPT IT,
REQUIRES YOU TO DESCRIBE CAREFULLY
IN FIFTEEN WORDS OR LESS
THE PITIFUL STATE OF AMERICAN POETRY
Who cares if care is required
To enrich poetry, pity
The poor slob who cares.
REQUIRES YOU TO DESCRIBE CAREFULLY
IN FIFTEEN WORDS OR LESS
THE PITIFUL STATE OF AMERICAN POETRY
Who cares if care is required
To enrich poetry, pity
The poor slob who cares.
Invasion of the Slug People
You know
They’ve finally taken over
The world
When we no longer
Have the time
To shovel the slime
We’ve left behind.
They’ve finally taken over
The world
When we no longer
Have the time
To shovel the slime
We’ve left behind.
Monday, November 9, 2009
Environmental Awareness
Lone predator
Scouring the environs,
Peregrine falcon out
On uppermost branch
Of blighted tree limb—
Pray keep an eye on him.
Scouring the environs,
Peregrine falcon out
On uppermost branch
Of blighted tree limb—
Pray keep an eye on him.
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