Saturday, May 4, 2019

Washed Up Primeval Aural Consciousness


Curled swirling encrusted 
Antediluvian conches nest 
Last heard striding 

Multitudinous deafening waves 
Breaking on black obsidian 
Strand. 



Thursday, May 2, 2019

Better Luck Some Other Day


Some days are meant 
For doing nothing— 
The Greeks know this 
Better than anybody else, 
You could say it’s the driving 
Force behind everything they do,

Best expressed in what has to be 
Their favorite saying, “Don’t do 
Anything today that can be better 
Done tomorrow”—of course 
When tomorrow does decide 
To pay a visit, it’s become today

And you’re back to square one 
With nothing to show 
For your patience save 
One more day spent imagining 
A tomorrow that mercifully 
Enough never comes your way. 


Tuesday, April 30, 2019

The Lyric Poet's Nightmare


In the dark, dreaming 
You’re falling only 

To find yourself naked 
Out riding the nag bare- 

Back in broad daylight, 
White wings thrashing 

The darkest air. 



Sunday, April 28, 2019

Quo Vadis


I don’t know all that 
Much about mysteries— 

What little I do know is 
The more I want 
To know, the deeper 
The mystery begs, 

No question at all 
Of letting it go. 


Friday, April 26, 2019

Crafty Mothlike Kafkaesque Procedural Matters


Metamorphosing? 
Ask me and I will help you 

Come to grips with yourself, 
But you have to learn how 

To handle it first, steady 
As she goes turning 

Into broad daylight, 
Nothing 

Fly-by-night.


Wednesday, April 24, 2019

The Gift That Keeps On Wanting


I give up—

You have asked me 
Too many times 
What it is 

I want—ask me 
Just this once 
What I want

To give.





Monday, April 22, 2019

Poetry Workshop Assignments Nine And Ten




Your next assignment is to write 
Unfailingly until you drop 
To the floor and take a knee, 
All the while imploring 
Your muse for more, 

Or failing that, lose 
Track of the number 
Of times you laid down 
Your pen to think 
Of what to say 



Next. 


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