A translucent shallow blue
Lake, a high white wall
Of mountains ringing it,
Hard driving rain
Making cool looking red
Beads of sweat
Fringing the foreheads
Of pale faces
Up to their necks in it.
new old kid on the blog, with an occasional old or new poem written off the old writer's block
Friday, October 31, 2008
Thursday, October 30, 2008
The Logic Behind Using Rhetoric When Writing Poetry
"The [Poetry] archive....aims to insure current leading
English-speaking poets are recorded reading
their work for future generations."
--BBC News, November 30, 2006
Rave is
To rant
As
Cant is
To drivel
Or is it
Rant is
To rave
As
Drivel is
To cant.
Maybe it is
Rant is
To rave
As
Cant is
To drivel.
Or perhaps
Rave is
To rant
As
Drivel is
To cant.
Can't drivel?
Can't rant?
What the hell,
Just go through
The motions--
Some critic's bound
To save your ars.
Biodegradable Detergents, or The End of The Age of Innocence
Take a powder?
Let me tell you, slugger--
When these gents
Go on and on about how
They wanna clean our little corner
Of the planet of filth and go on
To say they're clean themselves,
You really wanna
Throw in the towel?
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Imaginary Narrow Escape, 1950
i.m. Christos (Chris) Zambaras,
March 19, 1938-March 11, 2000
In this picture,
You can see where
The battered front
Wheel of my trusty tri-
Cycle looks like
A gun-shot barrel rim,
Having just banged
Off a lamppost before homing in
On my older brother's sarcastic grin--
You should have seen
The look on his face when
It came within inches of him.
(From the unpublished ms. The Intricate Evasions of As.)
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
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