Saturday, October 30, 2021

Alzheimer Twilight Vignette

This in which he 
Ends up smashing all 
 
The light bulbs left lit 
In that inner sanctum 
 
Of his he thought he had 
Remembered 
 
To switch off before 
Falling asleep.

 

Wednesday, October 27, 2021

Portentous Local Murders

These crows usually 
Like nothing better 
Than to fly 
From house 
Top to house 
Top but most times they 
Prefer to stay cackling 
Out of the way high up 
In the old bullet-riddled village 
Clock tower that miraculously 
Still keeps striking the right 
Time of day—whenever 
That happens, all common- 
Place hell breaks loose, 
And the birds scatter 
Helter-skelter.  That's when
I like to think the few remaining 
Villagers old enough to remember 
Flash back to those murderous 
Three days of civil strife that sent 
So many souls shrieking 
To the depths of the underworld. 
 
Just like their predecessors did 
More than half a bloody century ago, 
The birds soon return to the bell-tower, 
Where they continue to crow. 
 
 

 

Saturday, October 23, 2021

The Artist Seemingly Fully In Command Of His Fate

“Life is the art of drawing 
Without an eraser.” 
--John W. Gardner 
 
 
John W. Gardner was 
Not an artist but I still wish 
To thank him for his apophthegm 
Of living artlessly with no dodges 
And no room 
 
For any erasures whatsoever, even when 
The artist in each of us finds himself— 
As did John one fateful day— clearly 
Out of his medium and face-to-face 
With the one-and-only artfully awful 
 
Great Eraser.

 

Tuesday, October 19, 2021

Industrial Zone Obscenity

porno 
 
graphic 
char 
 
coal 
colored 
 
smoking 
stacks 
 
penetrating 
soot 
saturated
seriously
 
virgin 
once 
 
now 
serially 
violated 
 
sky

 

Saturday, October 16, 2021

Apathy's All The Money, Honey

And yet, it's that constant 
Remainder keeps reminding us 
 
Everything adds up and nothing 
Remains unchanged 
 
As long as indifference 
Makes the difference, 
 
It’s all the same. 
 
 
 

 

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