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Sunday, February 15, 2015
Stopgap Measure
Save your breath, poet—
It’ll come in handy later
Bridging the void.
Thursday, February 12, 2015
Slaking Your Thirst after a Long Dry Spell
the miracle
rain keeps
its distance but will
soon descend slant-
wise on the wings
of a blustery south wind—
beaks open,
unlike us the supplicant
chickens know this time
they won’t need
to lift their heads
to the high heavens
to drink it all in.
Monday, February 9, 2015
Poetic Diction
Spirited crystal clear heart-
Felt silences pronouncedly
sylvan
—
Punctuated by murmurs
Of a babbling brook.
Friday, February 6, 2015
Beyond A Reasonable Doubt
Because I wanted
To live exclusively without
Because
,
Though
although
Was also right there
In the running
Before I decided other-
Wise, my life became
Meaningful—it was as if
I’d finally found a reason
For being here, though
For the life of me,
I could not explain it.
Monday, February 2, 2015
Farce
Guffaw
before
the curtain goes up
And the audience throws you
An askance glance like you were
A tragic actor in a comedy
Of errors; keep it up after
The curtain comes down
And they all laugh along
With you to the bitter end.
Friday, January 30, 2015
A Poem Should Be (13)
At once buoyant and cathartic—
A hard resilient knot heaving
In the slosh
Of a soft underbelly, aching
To wrench
The wretched queasy
Blubber out.
Sunday, January 25, 2015
Saturation Point Roundup Check
radi-
o
active
static
[OMGGMOOMGGMO
OMGGMOOMGGMO
OMGGMOOMGGMO
OMGGMOOMGGMO]
suicidal
mon
san
to
bee
sieging
deci-
mated
hearth.
Friday, January 23, 2015
Old Sea Dogs in Doldrums
Paddling
Distressfully
Slowly
Out of deep forgetful sleep, we wait
So as to find ourselves once more
On familiar ground—anywhere
Save shipwrecked on reefs.
Monday, January 19, 2015
Unclaimed Winter Offering to a Fine Feathered Friend
The small crust of white
Bread I left out
For you little brown one,
Still lies there on the cold
Grey slab of rock which now seems
To be flying us ages away.
Friday, January 16, 2015
Vazambam's Last "Poem Beginning
I
"
I swear I’ll never write another but
Should I chance to try, tie my hands
Cross my heart, let me lie forever
Barefaced without batting an eye.
Monday, January 12, 2015
Eyewitness to Bibliomancy
At my wits' end
By all I see before me,
I pick a book I believe
To hold truth; I balance it
On its spine and allow it
To fall open; with eyes closed
I pick a passage and let truth flow
Back through my fingers
To the future
Till it blinds me.
Friday, January 9, 2015
from Nostos Sensuous
vantage point
on all sides
clear
monotonous
cry
of gulls sweeping back
dappled-gray tears
blue sky
.
headland
yet no sweet home here
save the heart
buffeting
.
breaking of waves
that convoy unrequited
love cross every wind
.
swept rock
.
inlet
there—
sun pockets glistening crystals stranded
in small salty recesses
.
on a sour note
hardly any
song to assuage
the bitter imminent
light sapping home sickness
.
transients at bay
ships huddled in harbor
masses anchored on quay.
Monday, January 5, 2015
Soul Food: Eating One's Heart Out
Let’s get one thing clear, chéri—
Some brainless poetasters say
You should never, ever serve
Soul
in a poem as the main entrée,
With
spirit
and
heart
As side orders, all taboo
For offal-eating fools dying
To eat their words
And have them too, a tad bit
Too tasteless for the likes of me
And
you?
Friday, January 2, 2015
True North
So easy to be led
Astray by aimless wandering—
All the same, no lost soul ever
Found himself by using a compass.
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