Ponderable polemics, poetic

WordPress site of poet Mark Lucker

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  • ‘Bang. Bangbangbang.’

    Middle age and being a grandfather for the first time finds me going back and looking forward reflecting on past errors, omissions, miscalculations and major ‘oopsies’ in hand-mirror over-the-shoulder Annie Oakley sharpshooter-style without the gift of an eagle eye or benefit of practicing good aim I happily fire away Read more

  • Street math

    Neighborhood rabbits multiply our busy street divides unobservant drivers subtract it all adds up Read more

  • Wiper/savior

    Somedays you’re the windshield somedays you’re the bug Me? I’m the guy with the red rag hanging from gray overall pocket who cleans up the mess Read more

  • Timing

    Night comes, day goes – or vice versa. Who knows? Nocturnal vices of peers- beer, dancing, sex, beer in no particular order My vices of the night – words, paper, words am I more profound, or more boring – or vice versa? Who knows? Day comes, night goes Read more

  • Troikas, I

    Dislike your albatross necklace? Accessorize with matching brooch * * * “Gone to the dogs!” denigrates dogs let’s cats off the hook * * * I am the black sheep of an oddly monochrome familial flock Read more

  • Troikas, II

    A story called the girl’s hair ‘flaxen’ and all I could think of was my dietary fiber * * * Naked mimes don’t really have to say all that much * * * Right place, wrong time. Wrong place, right time. Fine lines, leaky pens Read more

  • Troikas, III

    Two steps forward, three back: even with castanets you flunk the nice officers roadside dance test * * * If you date a girl half your age, she will expect twice as much * * * If the call for nonconformists to unite goes unheeded, keep the deposit they made on the hall Read more

  • Troikas, IV

    Burning, bitter, soulfully sweet; my first taste of whiskey my first sip of you * * * My father; blue-collar guy who aspired to more, never quite made it. Don Quixote with bowling ball lance * * * Overdrawn again from the bank of good fortune. Let all those checks bounce. Read more

  • Trinity

    I “This,” he said, bemused, “is my calling?” “Well,” replied God, evenly, “at least I didn’t call you collect.” II “Ah, yes!” he said confidently, “This is my calling in life!” “Unusual,” puzzled God, “as your line was always busy.” III “This” he proclaimed with cautious certainty, “is my true calling.” God nodded affirmingly, “Well, Read more

  • Be studious

    When your faith is tested your belief doesn’t get graded but you do Read more