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Tuesday, December 21, 2021
Ill At Ease Amongst Many
A singular voice is what
Most of us strive for;
Most of the time we hear
More than enough
Silence that keeps
Us moving.
Sunday, December 19, 2021
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?
Friday, December 17, 2021
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.
Wednesday, December 15, 2021
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.
Monday, December 13, 2021
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?
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