Sunday, October 25, 2020

Over The Moon Darkly

On nights
Without a moon, I fear
 
The sight of the heavens fills me 
To surfeit. 
 
 
 

Thursday, October 22, 2020

Huuklyeand Cinquor's "Full Medal Jackoffs"

Duty calls the poets 
To the front whenever hard- 
Line rabble-rousers appear— 
 
Dishonor awaits 
Those that dawdle, 
Displaying their pussy- 
 
Whipped corpuses to the other 
Pussies in the rear. 
 
 
 
Moderator’s comments: My beret goes off to il miglio fabbro* Huuk for this long-overdue devastating little bombshell of a poem aimed straight at the wishy-washy, nay, empurpled hearts of so many of my fellow poets who choose to sit out conflicts of conscience astride barbed wire fences—and to whom I can only say—have a goddamn heart, you blasted cockscombs, you’re getting too near! 
 
 
 
 

Tuesday, October 20, 2020

Coming Down To Earth (After Seferis)

Always oppressive 
Seemingly never- 
Ending slate 
Of charcoal grey 
Sky, let us all 
 
Rise a little 
Higher each day so 
We can see it’s never 
A question of arriving 
Too late.

Saturday, October 17, 2020

Solid Solitary Projective Verse

Coming upon Cavafy’s 'Walls,"
One is struck not so much 
By its masterful construction— 
 
Each word firmly in its rightful place, 
As befits a master word mason—but how 
At the end of that brief monologue
 
On loss and involuntary solitude, 
If the reader has indeed attended 
To what is rightly taking place,
 
He finds himself right at home, 
Next to a singular silence 
He never dreamt was coming. 
 
 
 
 
 

Tuesday, October 13, 2020

Doublets (Les Misérables)

 
Such a waste always 
To never love to surfeit— 
 
Such a life wasted, 
To never know it.
 
 
 
 

 

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