For the Time Being

No cause for alarm— 
When you wake 

The rest of your life 
Will have dawned 

On you, just sleep tight. 

Know Thyself

Trying times aside, why 
Can’t I be more of you? 

It would help us both 
To see us through. 

A Poem Should Be (8)

Graphic and badass 

Subtle as a shuttle 
Cock bobbing be 
Twixt the head and awe 

Smitten throbbing heart! 

Huuklyeand Cinquor on the Polemics of Poetics

It was said that because he had been blessed 
With an impersonal peaceful nature, he had nothing 
To do with launching personal attacks demeaning 
Any fellow poetic character; that he preferred 
To remain on neutral ground, a strange sort 
Of angelic no man’s land where the twilight was 
So ambiguous you could not make out where 
The next deadly round was coming from. 


Moderator’s comments: Toeing the postmodernist line to near faultless perfection, Cinquor craftily avoids any hint of (dis)closure here but the poet in question must surely be a practitioner of blank verse, right? 

Nostalgium Noxium Guttersnipem

Man, 

It’s when you’re finished 
Dragging your bod

Up from the gutter 
All these years 

And no buddy offers 
To take you back home.