smitten lovebirds dart
in and out of the bitter-
sweet lemon tree’s heart
Tuesday, November 3, 2020
Saturday, October 31, 2020
Mistaken Presumption
The poem does not ask to be
Taken for granted simply because
You think you’ve put it down so
Rightly in black and white—
It wants to know if you will
Ever learn to tell the difference
Between that which is before you
And that lying between the lines
Left in pieces behind you.
Wednesday, October 28, 2020
A Poem Should Be (21)
Fiercely
and mercifully just—
As
balm is to a wounded heart,
And
bane to an incurably sick one.
Sunday, October 25, 2020
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!
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