No place
on any white
man’s map—
red
abstract
rib
like
tracks
treading
a
cross an end
less pale
concrete
tract.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Friday, March 4, 2011
Huuklyeand Cinquor on Levity in Poetry
Levity does have a place in poetry—
It has to be somewhere
Between having your head stuck
In the ground and your feet
Ascending in air.
Moderator’s comments: I felt so giddy while reading this poem that at first I thought Cinquor had written “feat” instead of “feet”—but then again, I’ve always been a sucker for puns—like John Donne—or should that be “did?”
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Charles Baudelaire , The Exterminator
My latest offering over at Weekly Hubris shows how you can dispose of work written by pestiferous, pretentious pseudo-artistic poseurs by employing Monsieur Fleurs du Mal as a hit man. While you’re on the premises, check out what the other columnists have to offer!
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
You Can Lead a Horse to Water. . . .
In my wildest dreams, Pegasus has me
Riding high in the saddle—
(Never a care)
*
When I wake from my nightmare,
I find myself bronco busted—
(Flailing the air)
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