Haiku: Hermetically Sealed

Such deep soulful eyes— 

Clearly the silent windows 

To a shuttered world. 

 

 

 

Poet Against The Grain In The Boondocks Of The Southern Peloponnese

Over your head perhaps but 

Then again never entirely 

Out of your element, 

 

This singular cleansing 

Clear blue sky and that 

Uncompromising view 

 

Unobstructed by the ubiquitous 

Chatter of pedestrian clutter you 

Like to think now safely behind you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Coming Clean At Last

When you feel up to it, 

Feel free to write in 

The persona of one unwilling

To exist outside himself— 

If you do, be a sport 

And rub out every ineffable 

Trace of his presence—painful 

As it is, it’ll spare the both of us 

A world of disconsolate grief. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Double Crossed Subject/Object Matter

the

in- 

no- 

cent 

gilt- 

 

edged 

mir- 

ror 

frames 

no- 

 

thing 

specious 

in 

it- 

self 

 

save 

the 

precious 

image 

you 

 

project 

to 

cover 

your 

abject 

 

about- 

face.

 

 

 

 

 

 

From A Poet's Handbook: A Poem Should Be (23)

To all those unwilling 

To face it, revolutionary 

 

And easy to digest— 

Even those hard ones 

 

Whose subject matter’s 

Revolting—say how 

 

Sickening the image 

Of a starving child is.