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Thursday, August 6, 2020
Aura Obscura
To sense the poet all
Alone and still
Around him reverberating,
A void resembling nothing
At odds with his ends.
Wednesday, July 29, 2020
Classic Tragicomical Pretext
The
deus ex machina
Driving the next
Poem you are breathlessly
Anticipating is waiting
In the wings disguised
As a winged Trojan beating
A dead and falling horse.
Saturday, July 25, 2020
Refracted Heraclitean Song
Bend
In the stream, the
Dubious
Reflection of that
Ambivalent face swaying this
Way and that, the beckoning
Reeds stuck in mud.
Tuesday, July 21, 2020
Grasping Aspirant Prestidigitation
Would that the poem suddenly
Materialize before
Our wondering eyes
In its entirety so
That we could verily
Consume it whole, now
.
That
would be real
Magic
working
My wannabe,
Gullible friends.
Friday, July 17, 2020
Oxymoronic
When
The poem
At last
Arrives, you will
Know by the deafening
Silence it leaves
Behind, you were never
Here to begin with.
Friday, July 10, 2020
Evensong In The Air
a
round
twi-
light a descending
heavy scent
of night
flowers
an ascendant night
bird’s calling
a duet
heaven
sent.
Wednesday, July 8, 2020
Ad Infinitum In The Wide Open Spaces
Buckaroos, buck up—
Just when
The ditty tends
To end, it ends up
With plenty more
Bloody spaces
To begin again.
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