Ponderable polemics, poetic

WordPress poetry site of poet Mark Lucker

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  • Casting

    Life casts its shadows as the director a play each silhouette distinctive, unrecognizable, tragicomic profiles Actors are we all; no wordless Kabuki, tutiti-fruiti, aww Rudy! the action plays out scene-by-stolen-scene “all the world’s a stage” the stage a fantasy world that doesn’t lie light dictates action of the dark sans script, stealthy hitting each mark never… Read more

  • In Honor of Aidan Immerfall 1991- 2014

    – Aidan Erin Immerfall, 2014   Read more

  • Dutiful

    Following my calling and the call dropped I call back nobody picks up nobody calls back I have left the messages trying to reconnect number no longer in service ‘your recipient hasn’t set up voice mail for this account’ Am I being ignored via caller I.D. spurned due to embarrassed discomfort Following my calling and… Read more

  • Driven

    Waiting for an oil change customer area big-screen TV Rachael Ray cooks pasta something a grandfather across from me texts the coffee is respectable volume on the TV isn’t but Rachael is Rachael it doesn’t matter she cooks rhythmically zzt! zzt! zzt! the unmistakable garage sound of tightened lug nuts al dente oppressive smell of… Read more

  • World Serious

    In the game of baseball, a great hitter will often explain his success at hitting a thrown ball three inches in diameter with a round bat a quarter-inch smaller around saying “I slow the game down” – some even claiming that they can actually see the red stitched laces as the ball hurdles toward them… Read more

  • Tips

    Life is not karaoke performing words, ways of others interest me not at all imitation less sincere flattery more pandering laziness someone else’s persona under guise of your ‘interpretation’ nothing there is real. I sit on a rickety stool deliver my own material strum my own chords sing my own song battered tip jar constantly… Read more

  • Landmarks and touchstones

    In honor of April being National Poetry Month, today I’m going back even deeper than he old Marchives – my repository of previously used (in one form or another) poems. This one comes from some forty years ago: it is the first poem I ever wrote just for the sake of writing a poem. Forty… Read more

  • Bartender genome

    Sitting alone at a bar downing rows of tequila shots earns you your bar cred griping rights: politics, sports, love, loss, life’s inequities pour-out-your-heart privilege, at the very least knowing, indifferent nod, patronizing smile tacit agreement smirk ‘go for it’ shrug Sitting by yourself at Starbucks’ throwing back espresso shots buys you a hipster buzz… Read more

  • Deliverance

    remembering trumps planned forgetting spontaneity a full house, repression a lowly pair erasing the past is deleting old email, your in-box is empty, but… our eternally modern struggle remains reply or delete? reply or delete? reply or delete reply. delete. indecisive hunt-and-peck via archetypical cartoonish devil on one shoulder angel on the other needing a… Read more

  • Pic-ah-nic bas-ket! (Love is… #161)

    Love is fried chicken you’re never certain – follow the rules of etiquette… …or just dive in, use your fingers savory satisfying finger-lickin’ chew-on-bone yummy, messy heart-healthy artery clogging oh-so-tasty Love is fried chicken but when all is said and done just what do you do with the gnawed on bones? – Mark Lucker Read more