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Monday, September 30, 2013
Celestial
Fast approaching twilight,
It seems all terrestrial
Bodies start
Levitating under
The profound
Gravity of the situation.
Friday, September 27, 2013
If Jimmy Cagney Had Been a Conceptual Poet (And Clayton Moore His Flarfist Sidekick)
“The devil you say!” but
I bet you’d have found
His word worth every penny,
Like his classic
Take that, you dirty copper—
As he filled each poem full
Of slugs, assaying the slime
Bags shrinking to a trail of silver
Saliva while the masked man
Plugged poor Pegasus full
Of debased mettle.
Monday, September 23, 2013
Sixth Sense
perambulating
in
narrow
lane
night
scents
flowering
out
sleep
walking
again—
Saturday, September 21, 2013
Desultory
Out thinking
Past midnight, clouds
Drifting, half-moon
Looking on
Starry-eyed
Galaxies moving
Light years away.
Wednesday, September 18, 2013
A Poem Should Be (4)
Just
As short as
A jury’s sequestered
Deliberations in
An open-and-shut
Case, just in case
The poet’s out
To lunch.
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