Huuklyeand Cinquor On Artful Poetic Hubris

Striving to best 

What you already think
You do better than others,
You keep writing, trying 

For that elusive special something
Precious to say, never
Once thinking you should have 

Packed it in yesterday.

 

 

 

Variegated Equine Sequence

 

Like that pale
Horse that gallops through 

Our thoughts bringing us
A multicolored mane. 

 

 

 

In The Lurch

 

It’s a mystery how
The words have always been 

Waiting there just as you left them,
Waiting to hear you 

Go back.

 

Second Skin Didactic Infections

 

Mess with innocuous
Ideas long enough 

And they become bad
Habits itching 

To be scratched
To death 

Again and again—
What’s to be done? 

Shun yourself
From everything

Blah and dig in, saving
In the process,

Your worthless skin. 

 

 

Odd Curmugeon Quips Approaching 80

 

Better you
Lose that too bitter
Demeanor quick, Junior— 

You’ll find soon enough
It’s far better than becoming
Meaner and meaner.