Composition #5

under

a low mottled moving blue-
white canopy a

swaying field of tall yellow-
green mustard

riddled with red wind-
flowers.

Not So Recently Linked: A belated note of thanks to Skysill Press of England for providing a link to my blog some time back and which I became aware of only a few days ago.

To a Neophyte Poet Blinded by the Light

You have the gift
Of offhand sleight,

Though naught it seems
As touch to sight.

Punch-Drunk Down And Out in Tijuana

What's missing, slugger,
Is the zing in the mescal,

The bat out of hell, worm in
Your belfry loud as a bell.

Bad Seed

It kept well, conserved
In the niggard's dark pantry,

Till prosperity undid the latch,
And off it went spoiling,

Spilling into the light,
To be preserved

For posterity.

(First published in NO/ON: journal of the short poem, Spring 2009.)