Domestic Violence

chop


another 

dark 

wood 


pile 

a 

stack 


of 

smoke 

soon 

to 

be 


dis 

appearing 


up 

the 

home 


land’s 

char 

red 


chimneys. 

Zeno and the Imaginary Tortoise

What fantastic distance 
He’s traveled as far as he can 

Slowly each day a little 
Farther until faltering 

He senses the dogging 
Hard-nosed Achilles hard 

On his heels and prays this time 
His imagination will not 

Contradict him by spiriting 
The opposite way. 

Morning Glories Skirting the Homeland's Perimeter for Mom and Apple Pie

Troops aflower ascendent 
Surrounding a white- 
Washed garden 

Wall
. 

Few descending holding purple 
Trumpets shouting 
A hollow victory 

Call. 

Huuklyeand Cinquor on Burning Poetic Temperaments as Fuel

I do fear I keep 
Repeating myself but when 

Will the candidates poised 
For undying posthumous fame ever stop 

Feeding entries into their infernal 
Recycling machines? 


Moderator’s comments: I have no idea, Huuk, but I can venture a wild guess: As soon as a fire-breathing, flying white horse powered by an insatiable lust for the likes of hubris-driven, never-say-die flamboyant and fiery poetry hacks arrives on the scene? 

Revelatory

Sheets of lightning vault across 
A leaden sky on the dome rain 
Thunders down under the terrible 
Eye of the Pantocrator the huddled 
Faithful trampled underneath the crypt 
Remains sealed no one asks why.