Duly Noted in the Margins

No one knows why

He wrote and wrote obscure

Cramped little poems in dark blue

Dog-eared notebooks

Till he ran out of room and left

No enlightening suicide note.

Apparition

Now it’s clear that white-

Bearded coughing old

Man my bike almost ran over

Holding a sickle in his right hand and dangling

A fag from his nicotine-stained left

Could not have been death incarnate,

So why did that image of him rising abruptly up

Through the darkness of morning scare

The living daylights out of me?

Huuklyeand Cinquor on The Canon

Wherein

The explosive self

Propelled

Poet refuses

To remain

A projectile forever.

Moderator’s comments: Nice to see Cinquor’s back; his prolonged silence

had me thinking he’d  maybe shot his wad, but this all-out frontal assault on the canon is fiery evidence he’s still balling the jack.

Wingless Victory

Nothing to lose

But misery

And that hapless

Longing for flight.

Why Johnny Appleseed Did Not Need a Global Positioning Device

North

East

Wind’s bearing

Crabapple flowers

South

West