Sunday, April 11, 2021

Hardly Bellwether

Meretricious 
As a keystone 
Ring scraped 
Off the bottom 
 
Of a dry stone 
Wishing well 
No longer sounding
Whistle clean. 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

Thursday, April 8, 2021

Phantasmagorical Doggerel Entrapment

What say we make writing it 
On a whim just for the sake of proving 
It can be done a case of actus reus
 
And the malfeasant(s) in question 
Hounded till caught humping 
A bemused muse in flagrante delicto
 
Then summarily tried and sentenced 
To be flogged rhythmically to the tune 
Of forty lashes with a wet poodle—what 
 
Prissy purveyors of emasculated poetic 
Truth would dare come forth to accuse us 
Of spreading shaggy dog stories? 
 
 
 

 

Tuesday, April 6, 2021

Sunday, April 4, 2021

Friday, April 2, 2021

Of The Poets At Sixth Street And Pine

With all those subtle 
And not so 
 
Subtle nuances 
Of their meanings, 
 
Do they not signal 
Another kind 
 
Of sensibility toward things 
That really matter? Say 
 
Displaying a sixth sense 
Of knowing just where 
 
To turn at every junction, 
And signaling 
 
Their intentions years beforehand 
By bursting headfirst naked 
 
Into an unsuspecting other world
Lost in time.

 

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