Friday, July 15, 2011

My Parents, Larger Than Life

Framed in sterling nuptial silver
To this very day, they are still

Backing into the picture before
Something else develops and the reason

They were here fades away.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Early Morning Talk Show

Though it’s a far cry
From winter,

As soon as I see snow,
I know that early bird

Of a mourning dove has stopped by
Our wobbly TV aerial again,

And is going on and on, talking
On his pedestal to anybody

Who is somebody about anything—
Even something as pedestrian

As the time of day.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

The God Poems

You remember Richard Dawkins’ The God Delusion, right? Well, here is Vazambam’s The Poet Delusion—five poems in which the poet deludes himself and misleads his hapless followers by pretending to have rescued the lost art of divine poetic bathos from the primordial depths of sludge it had so easily fallen into.

Monday, July 11, 2011

Huuklyeand Cinquor on Talking to One's Self

The writer is a dying man who is trying to speak.
—Michel Foucault

Phooh!

And all this time I thought
I was coeval, talking

To my immortal soul.

Moderator's comments: Well, Cinquor, I don’t have to remind you 
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