Sunday, September 11, 2011

In Terrorem

Remember:

in

ter
min

able,
un

flinch
ing

err

or
un

er

ring
ly

true,

e
pluribus

unum
skull

and
bones,

red
white,

blue.


Saturday, September 10, 2011

On Second Thoughts

This rock is so set
In its ways, it refuses

To budge an inch,
Even if you

Give it a mile.


Friday, September 9, 2011

Poet Milking Sacred Cow




Victual Reality, Or How American Poets Are Turning
The Poem Into Tripe


Merle’s
hag-

gard
old

sagging
cow

belly’s
gone

to
pot.


The photograph late April 1975, half-way through a coast-to-coast motoring trip from Seattle to Boston; the poem twenty-some years later—maybe our titillating poet should have thought twice before regurgitating it.

Thursday, September 8, 2011

All for Naught?


Was what he was trying to say worth the effort,
Or was it simply a case of not assaying the worth

Of what he wanted to say?




Wednesday, September 7, 2011

The Tachydromos Delivers the Goods








Compressing  thousands of years into a mere twelve days, swift-footed Hermes flew over 7000 miles to get William Michaelian’s timeless treasure safe and sound into our hands: It was worth the wait.

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