Huuklyeand Cinquor on Poetic Bankruptcy

Those precious

Plays on

Words you continue

To invest in,

When will you stop

Thinking they are all

When they are nothing?

Moderator’s comments: I never knew Cinquor invested in and/or produced plays, but this moronic little poem proves he thought he could make a big hit on Broadway by simply falling flat on his face!

A Day in the Life

Where we once again find the indefatigable poet toiling at his thankless trade.

Metamorphosis, as in Cicada

Sί, still

Only a shell

Of it

Self, nada.

Huuklyeand Cinquor on Writer's Block

Though you think

It makes no difference

When not writing, do not

I repeat do not

Take no for an answer.

Moderator’s comments: One more illustrative affirmation of Cinquor’s masterly command of Negative Capability or just another example of a jejune tendency to overstate the obvious?

Early Morning Birdbath

this inviting shallow

bottom of an up-

side down galvanized

bucket in which

last night’s shower’s left

a shining silver lake.

Jumping to Conclusions

No ideas but in things?

Clearly something suspect

Going on

In circles round

The left rim

Of my horn-rimmed

Glasses, Doc.

.

You say nothing

But two winged red bugs

Copulating, making a spectacle

Of themselves?

What a relief.

For a moment I thought

I was seeing things.