Archilochos Apparently Penitent

If I had to do it all over 

Again, perhaps that verily now

Quite ancient shield I hastily ditched 

Behind a bush and abandoned 

When the killing fields got too hot 

For my britches would still be mine, 

 

But then again, where 

Oh where

 

Would my poem be?

 

Artisan Of Self-Absorption

Funny thing-- 

You think you're here 

To make the best 

Of things 

 

Yet you fail 

To ask yourself why 

The baubles you exhibit 

Only make them worse. 

 

 

 

Bloody Murder

Shoddy serial poets love executing 

Poem after poem but never confess how 

 

Much it must kill them every time 

They see what they’ve done.

 

Domain Of Arresting Gravitational Attraction

Look at it this way: 

Neophyte warblers’ 

Nest in myrtle, 

Startled throats open 

As designated 

Ripe, blue-black berries drop 

Properly into place! 

 

If this were anywhere close 

To the realms of possibility, 

Skeptic—could you bring yourself 

To pull away? 

 

 

 

Astronomical: On A Line Of Heraclitus

The sun is one foot wide 

And each day 

 

You rise to see it, 

You’re light

 

Years over the moon again.