Sunday, December 19, 2021

Archilochos Apparently Penitent

If I had to do it all over 
Again, perhaps that verily now
Quite ancient shield I hastily ditched 
Behind a bush and abandoned 
When the killing fields got too hot 
For my britches would still be mine, 
 
But then again, where 
Oh where
 
Would my poem be?

 

Friday, December 17, 2021

Artisan Of Self-Absorption

Funny thing-- 
You think you're here 
To make the best 
Of things 
 
Yet you fail 
To ask yourself why 
The baubles you exhibit 
Only make them worse. 
 
 

 

Wednesday, December 15, 2021

Bloody Murder

Shoddy serial poets love executing 
Poem after poem but never confess how 
 
Much it must kill them every time 
They see what they’ve done.

 

Monday, December 13, 2021

Domain Of Arresting Gravitational Attraction

Look at it this way: 
Neophyte warblers’ 
Nest in myrtle, 
Startled throats open 
As designated 
Ripe, blue-black berries drop 
Properly into place! 
 
If this were anywhere close 
To the realms of possibility, 
Skeptic—could you bring yourself 
To pull away? 
 
 

 

Thursday, December 9, 2021

Astronomical: On A Line Of Heraclitus

The sun is one foot wide 
And each day 
 
You rise to see it, 
You’re light
 
Years over the moon again. 
 
 
 

 

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