Ponderable polemics, poetic

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  • Rearrange

    Same couch cushion nine days running same angle viewing room, TV, street neighbors opposite their drapes open, too observing them watching you noting they are not as same place, same time sedentary as you same couch, different ends sometimes shared center making you wonder how that works for them who had the idea that not Read more

  • Outside the lines

    You opened me like a flimsy book thumbed through pages of boldly outlined caricatures mercurially finding me, you chose your weapon from boxed arsenal Sharp,new-to-the-point unused you busted-pieces me You are 64-box of Crayolas using all the colors to colorfully flesh out the person that is me pictures that became us showing all the restraint Read more

  • Labels

    Like the pine trees lining the winding road I got a name. I got a name….    –  Jim Croce I see my name all the time forms, documents – computer screen at log in the world it seems, knows me I too, know the world – though less familiarly When I was eleven my Read more

  • Nonmonochromic

    My yin blue yang red cold, hot spiritual Rock’em Sock’em Robots equal footing confined battle to the end “He knocked his block off!” proclaimed black-and-white TV commercial peers of my youth in victorious awe such is the nature of my id whapwhapwhap kaaa-chinng! Block knocked off. Stoic head pushed back down locking in with sharp Read more

  • Finials

    Chinese takeout whiskey sour, two cherries living room recliner not yet in full-on mode   discussions of recent past upcoming future plans, goals, objectives abstract in low-resolution   wistful recollections glad-its-over conversations annual ‘old’ sounds-better rebuke – same auld, same auld   old acquaintances unforgotten checking in/on via social media I’m fine/have a happy memes Read more

  • Elegy for Them All

    Twenty-two. Thirty-four, twenty-seven thirty-nine Cancer, leukemia, suicide insidious bastards, each ‘gone too soon’ ‘in a better place’ sycophant salutations of condolence We hardly knew ye Sons, daughters of old friends. A cousin. Classmates of our children. All too vivid reminders “There but for the grace of God…” not at all feeling full of grace single: Read more

  • Monitored

    Laying in the hospital ER bed vulnerability incognito machismo mano-a-mano upside-down thoughts what the hell is the co-pay on in-network mortality? Say a prayer, ask a nurse “If you keep me here do I get Jell-O tonight?” Task at hand Q & A “Are you having chest pains?” “No, but I do have a chest.” Read more

  • Soul Luddites

    Born in the gloamingfirst decade of the Cold War I puzzle over peerssame vintage as Ideclaring superiority for erawe know only from historyfamily, books, movies 1950’s forever! Disdaining new insightfor tried and…true? Truth? The manufactured idyllic spinpost-war, tenuous-peace The Bomb and all it’ssocietal accoutrementsrationalizing or not realizing now isn’t then, vice versa I see the Read more

  • Ahhhnointed

    Watching the newsstory of great angst ofNorth American Olive Oil Association never I knew but shouldhave realized there is apowerful group of such oilers curious soul that I amthe urge to know led me toThe Vinegar Institute not content with their acidicacademia haughtiness they reside atversatilevinegar.org while their viscouscounterparts keep it basic, real ataboutoliveoil.org Ahh, Read more

  • Poems my father left me

    There is reason, even some rhyme in the stanza, the beat the reading in time of who, what, why he was what he did and why he didn’t why he maybe should’ve not stressing on could’ve Sometimes His groove was far more scat than stanza he could always carry a jaunty life tune singing it Read more