Ponderable polemics, poetic

WordPress site of poet Mark Lucker

Life

  • La-Z-Boy lullaby

    late night television used to be old movies, should’ve been forgotten musical westerns other black-and-white obscurities followed by the national anthem then mystical test patterns; funky geometric designs with a channel number and odd, monotonous dulcet tones for peaceful slumber white noise now people pontificate at all hours; exhortations for insomniacs on how to remain Read more

  • Poured forth

    The bartender is skeptical; less than most of his peers more transparent about it than many fellow mixologist hesitant in his urge to believe the guy on the stool adjacent to mine doesn’t understand the resistance, thus taking the credibility hit when he can least afford one, then takes it personally, with resignation; defeated in Read more

  • Renovating

    Vestiges of then subtly shade the now today is decorated with yesterday’s hues accenting modern life with retro-chic shades life-makeovers via t.v. show gurus who use family tschotskes as odd focal points visual statements from an old magazine viewed in current settings; obligatory oohing-and-ahhing at the big reveal fading into jaundiced indifference once the show Read more

  • Guardian pal

    Like a shadow you know is there but disappears when you turn to confront it it’s there, but he’s not Following discreetly, benignly nourish part of the atmosphere minus the trench coat Sometimes light diffuses instead of illuminates My father’s memory, legacy, aura follows me no, I am not paranoid just aware of the oddly Read more

  • But is it art?

    Large, bold strokes spray painted symbols, words innocent and sinister hieroglyphs and slogans in black and blue on pulsating, animated canvas Names, times, events, places feelings and forgotten emotions weathered, all Some are ancient, indecipherable some still hurt some never did some are funny a few not at all Many names are legible, a.k.a’s various Read more

  • Inheritance

    Secrets punish. Secrets aren’t kept, they are stashed like loot from the robbery People collect antiques fondly save heirlooms obsess over baseball cards or Hummel figurines Secrets are stashed, hoarded holding their value like so many nuts in a dead-tree nest of a squirrel that ends up as road kill Secrets are not coveted mementos Read more

  • most monochromatically not

    I’ve never seen the world in quaint, stark black and white even as a child, vivid shades of gray were crystal clear I have always seen life for what it really is; unnamed, unruly tints and hues both opaque and austere seeing life as purely black-and-white takes a special color blindness that I did not Read more

  • Elapsed

    this morning; turkey sat stuffed, coveted. Tonight you sit stuffed, turkey. Read more

  • Street math

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

  • dusty hallmarks

    on a high shelf, back of my closet a box filled with greeting cards anticipating events that will be potential celebratory moments categorized for their joyousness or seriousness depending on the occasion and personality involved waiting for the perfect time, the perfect card for the right person at the back of the box those lesser Read more