Sunday, August 18, 2013

Cryptic


Listen up—is it the leaves falling 
Or the sound of the wind dying down 
That wants to interrupt your sleep? 




Thursday, August 15, 2013

First Quarter Lunatic on the Horizon


Good heavens! It looks like 
Another basket case— 

The man in the moon’s going 
To sink 

A hook shot hanging 
Upside down 

From the rim! 



Monday, August 12, 2013

Muse


This lovesick ravenous crone 
Impresses 
Her horny claws firmly 
In the soft mud 
Of our mind, tears 
At our bleeding 
Mushy heart, 
Snatches us away 
Like a harpy all the while 
Droning raucously sweet 
Nothings in our ear. 



Saturday, August 10, 2013

The Last Village Threnodist


Oh woe unspeakable 
That has befallen us— 

She who kept alive for years 
That ancient dying art has left us 

With no one to better 
Charon’s bitter, 

Bitter song. 





Thursday, August 8, 2013

One Last Look Back


Time running out, 
The last time 

You looked, the world was still 
As moving as you hope 

It will be the last time you look. 



Monday, August 5, 2013

Cul-de-sac


You near the end 
Of your life thinking where 
You first went wrong— 

By the time you finish, 
There’s only one signpost left 
And it’s always the right one. 



Saturday, August 3, 2013

Huuklyeand Cinquor on Poets Sounding Out Their Voice


No, no, you’re doing fine 
Mates, plumb no deeper— 

You’ll find that buoyant 
Voice you’re looking for bobbing 

Right here near the surface, not 
Sinking at the end 

Of one last desperate line. 


Moderator’s comments: Cinquor twitching like a catastomid on the end of a gaffe(sic)—this guy doesn’t know Trout Fishing in America from The Compleat Angler. Why he presumes to be such an authority on the murky current state of American poetry is anybody’s guess, but there’s a strong possibility it might have something to do with his piscine-sounding name.
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