BLUREBS
new old kid on the blog, with an occasional old or new poem written off the old writer's block
Thursday, March 1, 2012
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
You Did Say Abbott and Costello, Didn't You?
“That person”, that demonstrative impersonal
Third person singular who’s lost
.
His identity, why would anybody speak
Of himself like that?
.
In the first place, you might ask
Who is going to answer?
.
In the second—man oh man forget it—
Here comes the Babe
.
Who’s just cleaned the bases and is now
Rounding third, headed for home!
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Common Ground
Muse, I’m at a loss for words—
Each step I take towards you,
You take one back—please,
Don’t be so mean—like everyone else,
I too wonder what all this artful dodging means.
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Cupid's Arrow, Deflected
You said you were going
To show me how
Much you needed me. And me?
I turned away and missed
Your point completely.
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Hamming It Up at Grauman's Chinese Theater
After hands-down performance,
head temporarily in firmament—
feat soon to be cast
permanently in cement.
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