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Sunday, May 21, 2017
Air of Yearning
The pine’s whispering
Something all but inaudible
Under its breath
The wind pines
To hear it, too.
Thursday, May 18, 2017
Shape Up Or Ship Out, You Swine
Tut-tut now, we know they say
All the world’s a stage but
Then again, it’s not
Your oyster, mate—
Though it could be
If you were but a god-
Damn watchdog standing
Sentinel at the pearly gates.
Monday, May 15, 2017
Timeworn Life Sentence
In the morning it’s easy
Getting caught up
In the hope it won’t be
One more wasted day,
Only to spend the rest
Of your life wondering
How that too got away.
Friday, May 12, 2017
Unsettling Unearthly Affair
where sudden suspect
gust in trees
leaves
minding
nobody’s business
still up in air.
Tuesday, May 9, 2017
Curious And Curiouser At Four-And-A-Half
My wife holding
A sloshy plastic bag
Into which she’s thrown
Up half her guts, Phaedra
Peers into the bathroom
And asks her
Granny, I wasn’t
Here when you started,
Please do it again—
I want to see how
It all comes out
In the end.
Thursday, May 4, 2017
First Things First
—for Eleni, first of all
I suppose you’re right, my love,
After all— there
are
many things
In this world worth pursuing,
But who can recall them and why
Try when most of the time
I end up wanting
Nothing but to follow you
To the ends of the earth.
Thursday, April 27, 2017
Heartthrob
Departing like a slasher
In the night, you went
The way you came, ever
Returning on the morrow
With my heart in your hands
Like a bloody cliché,
Willing and able to do
Love’s bidding again
And again
—t
ouché.
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