We Gotta Get out of This Place

Lovable manners, lady? 

Maybe an endearing trait 

In domesticated animals, 

But when poets want to play 

Lapdog, it’s time 

To call the pound. 

Fasten Your Seatbelts, Please

Earthlings, 

Those of you sick to death of being stuck in one place all your lives and who now wish to become followers of the Church of the Holey Galactic Bucket Seat Brigade, please take one step forward. Our craft will be departing shortly.

Aporia of a Somewhat Irreverent Lost Soul

It’s still Greek to me—though 

I know the good book says that 

Somewhere someone above all 

This is both the Alpha and the Omega, why 

Is there no table of contents? 

A Critique on Blake's Songs of Innocence and of Experience Written by One Old Enough to Know Better

All in all, an encouraging effort in retrospect but still 

One should use the imagination sparingly, William— 

Too much of a good thing spoils 

An unruly child.

Definitely Not Lemmings #43

As the poem below illustrates, it’s currently freezing over here at The Milk and Honey House, so it’s time to give a warm welcome to Miroslav Dušanić, a Bosnian poet-in-exile living and working in Hildesheim, Germany. Miroslav writes in Serbian and German and you can visit his blog here. Thank you, Miroslav!