You Think Poetry's Your Dish?

For connoisseurs perhaps, but never

Something garish to be shown off

Nor set aside, tastelessly mistaken

For garnish on a glutton’s plate.

On Juxtaposition

“What’s to be done or said in the meanwhile I don’t know,

and what is the use of poets in a mean-spirited time?”

—Friedrich Hölderlin, from “Bread and Wine”

Straddler across lines

Between the forces

Of good and evil

In these mean times

What we need from you

Now is more than just—

A position. 

Rock, Paper, Scissors

Do not disturb

The sequence—

Approaching the light-

Hearted play

Of wretched village urchins, low-

Flying joyful

Swallows cutting up patterns

Out of a sunless sky.

Fed Up

It just so happens

I have exactly

What you need but

Not as much as what

You thought I had

The last time I had you

Eating out of my hand.

 

Flight of Fancy

ephemeral

trying

day

light harder

not to see it

fly by night,

a way.