Wednesday, January 6, 2021

Sunday, January 3, 2021

Geezer Spouting Off Again

For us bloody 
 
Hardy blowhards, breathing 
Profusely comes easy—what sucks 
 
As all get out is holding all that non 
Stop volatile stentorian hot 
 
Air indefinitely in. 
 
 
 
 

 

Thursday, December 31, 2020

Clearly Blue

I want 
To describe 
 
A certain indescribable 
Hue of melancholy 
 
By looking closely 
At how I cannot 
 
But think of you.
 
 
 
 
 

 

Tuesday, December 29, 2020

Haiku: Arena

Here most of us mill 
Around without character, 
Others haul millstones. 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

Friday, December 25, 2020

Wednesday, December 23, 2020

Poet Against The Grain In The Boondocks Of The Southern Peloponnese

Over your head perhaps but 
Then again never entirely 
Out of your element, 
 
This singular cleansing 
Clear blue sky and that 
Uncompromising view 
 
Unobstructed by the ubiquitous 
Chatter of pedestrian clutter you 
Like to think now safely behind you.
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

Sunday, December 20, 2020

Coming Clean At Last

When you feel up to it, 
Feel free to write in 
The persona of one unwilling
To exist outside himself— 
If you do, be a sport 
And rub out every ineffable 
Trace of his presence—painful 
As it is, it’ll spare the both of us 
A world of disconsolate grief. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

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