new old kid on the blog, with an occasional old or new poem written off the old writer's block
Friday, April 30, 2010
Have You Seen This Man?
Last seen in the early 1970s in Seattle, Washington wearing his prophetic Bin Laden disguise. As evidenced by the blue button on the lapel of his flamboyant, red revolutionary shirt, fervent McGovern backer during the 1972 Presidential Elections won in a landslide by Tricky Dicker-Boom Nixon. Left the US in late 1972, deeply disillusioned by Reader’s Digest and no longer able to stomach the likes of that other crook, Spiro Anagnostopoulos aka Agnew, whose frenzied vocabulary was famous for alliterative phrases that sent the hair of effete, hirsute, intellectual snobs into frazzled curlicues.
Any information leading to the arrest of this dangerous malfeasant will be held in the strictest confidence and the rat rewarded with enough blue cheese to keep him/her over the moon until it turns into mozzarella.
Thursday, April 29, 2010
First Things First
In poetry one should not wait
Until one knows what one believes.
--Carl Rakosi
1.
If one does not, one will not
Know where to begin.
2.
Any questions?
3.
If not, you may proceed.
Until one knows what one believes.
--Carl Rakosi
1.
If one does not, one will not
Know where to begin.
2.
Any questions?
3.
If not, you may proceed.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Word of Mouth
Imaginary burning
Words of moth
In flame, spreading
Like wildfire,
Never again.
(from Triptych, Kater Murr's Press, 2005)
Words of moth
In flame, spreading
Like wildfire,
Never again.
(from Triptych, Kater Murr's Press, 2005)
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Frank Farewell
Aye,
Blunt you were indeed—
In the blink of an eye,
A blade-wielding tongue
That cut deep, a rogue
In dire straits we
So sorely needed.
Blunt you were indeed—
In the blink of an eye,
A blade-wielding tongue
That cut deep, a rogue
In dire straits we
So sorely needed.
Monday, April 26, 2010
"The Squint-eyed Kid" Up to His Ears in It
In this, the latest chapter of the Kid's continuing saga, we find him in the guise of Icarus Falling, as he forgets to remember a poem by Robert Creeley on a bridge over troubled waters; though it's a rewritten rerun, it's well worth another read, just to remind us that poetry, booze and speed do not mix well with nightingales.
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