In lieu of a poem--my favorite crepuscular vantage point--a poem in itself. (Please use headphones at high volume.)
new old kid on the blog, with an occasional old or new poem written off the old writer's block
Friday, September 25, 2015
Wednesday, September 23, 2015
Why Some Poets Have No Business Calling Themselves Angels
Oblivious to all
That’s ugly
On the face of the earth,
They call forth heavenly
Strains of pizzicato, expansive
And graceful picking
Within a modicum of space,
There where
They dance stark
Naked with demons
On the head of a pin.
Sunday, September 20, 2015
On the Refugee Problem Besetting the European Union
Dear brothers
In a common cause,
These teeming masses
Of supplicants besieging
Our sacred borders
Seek nothing
Save a sanctuary where
They can rest their weary heads;
Their plight does indeed cut
Us to the quick—pray
Let us show compassion,
Home in on each and every one
With heaven-sent teargas, plenty
Of angelic cudgels and lay
Their worries to rest before
The final, merciful kill.
Wednesday, September 16, 2015
Orgasm of Greed: All or Nothing
Jack of all trades, master at abating
All save avarice, no need
To squirrel all the precious fun—
Just work those nuts off silly
Neutered all the way
To no kingdom cum.
Monday, September 14, 2015
Approaching Knowing Night Birds from Afar
Strange we should be so taken in
By warm, childish cries alighting
On our shoulders on the wings
Of a sultry summer night,
Only to have them turn palish
Cold without our knowing it,
Grey silent owls taking flight.
Friday, September 11, 2015
Banner Year
This was another one
Of those years
That had something
For everybody—
Even the homeless
Have-nots had the usual
Copious shares of nothing.
Wednesday, September 9, 2015
Young She-goat in Well Still Wet behind Ears
Hearing her
Owner’s frantic
Yells for help and before we ran
To raise her and she romped off
To dry in sun-drenched meadow,
She was down there a drowning
Blatting bobbing waterlogged pandemonium,
Dog-paddling round stony ring of death accompanied
By chorus of cacophonous frogs stoically croaking
In deadpan disbelief.
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