Huuklyeand Cinquor on Means and Ends

Dying to pen

Eternal verse?

Just pretend

Each word’s a step

Towards that end.

Moderator’s comments: Huuk’s got me where he wants me—I need to brush up on my dialectic!

Maybe Tomorrow

—after Cavafy

Please

Old man, do not entreat me

To change my ways—

One of these days, perhaps

Today even, I shall

Make sense of what

I learned from yesterday;

Until that day, let me bask

In that full-bodied, sensuous

Knowledge of my ignorance.

Soap as Poetic Metaphor

be

cause

it

is

an

agent

so

cleansing, even

more so when not

bubbling over,

swallowing

so much sop. 

Huuklyeand Cinquor on the Real Meaning of Realpolitik

You clogged up assholes—

You sit here saying how shitty everything is

When the real shit has yet to hit the fan.

Moderator’s comments: Merde alors!

Commemorative

Racked by pain, still

The innocent wheel-

Chairs swear on

A campaign

Against a mounting

Stack of dog-eared bibles,

Everyone gets the picture—

Nothing's framed.

NB: Lest we forget, today marks the 37th anniversary of the beginning of the fall of the infamous junta that ruled Greece from 1967 to 1974.