Ponderable polemics, poetic

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  • 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

  • High church

    Awed by the spectacle blissfully confused to meaning wide-eyed youth confirmed in mystical faith spiritual pageantry standing for opening homily, crowd vibrant, then bowed reverence, singing along opening hymn of allegiance some know the words Opening day, paradoxically given all the answers yet you need to discover unending myriad of questions finding your own way home you tried discernment unsure, wavering, exasperated still Read more

  • Neophyting

    Self-ostracized scorned self-loathing as blood-sport worthy, not worthy; worthy, not worthy – worthy…not saying pseudo-suicide by self righteous indignation how dare you look at yourself in the mirror, mirror on the walls you build keep people in, out, at bay, and shrilly proclaim I am Somebody! I am Somebody! I am somebody needs to take Read more

  • Whereas

    Never having been as naive as I should have been exonerated for crimes against logic bus ticket, new suit outside-the-box thinking box house, never home recycled, repurposed repent sinners! repressed no longer naiveté begat experience I can elocute to it all in open court Get back, honky cats I got this. Flat out truth: I Read more

  • The maturation

    Braggadocio prior physical prowess spendable currency boyish man posturing, preening standing up, stand out, back it up chest bumps fist pumps in-your-face yeah, baby! machismo odes to, by, about a self- almost-wannabe couldda, shouldda been a pretender, you; Brando’s Malloy sans street cred, intensity reflecting on easy ego-jacks then, now? adrenaline rush requires no cut Read more

  • One metmorphisize fits all

    Happily-ever-after mythology prefaces every sequel continuing character-driven sagas story arc only tacking an index onto volume one, three, sixteen in a set having read this scene repeatedly life movies annotated script writing, rewriting books they were based on playing déjà vu-all-over-again never more than countless times here-we-go-again monotony of changing times changing directors same cast Read more

  • You.

    Yes, you of posted pictorials dystopian bon mots your naiveté trumps your angst ironically you are playing solitaire – Mark L. Lucker © 2016 http://lrd.to/sxh9jntSbd Read more

  • Don Yoda

    Quixotic exploits in multiple life-genres satisfied, I am lacking though, in satisfactory resolutions ambiguity suits me beguiling, am I, in my befuddlement of others confounding doubters mirror voyeurism minus Dorian Gray ego, Carly Simon panache sing anyway, I cannot dapper enough, I am charm, it is, carries me sophisticated enough I know lost causes from Read more

  • Pavement due

    Rusted, mangled hubcaps clutter road shoulder, ditches stray, chrome castoffs wildflowers of reckless neglect breakneck speed cratered highways, pilots disdain for flashing, yellow signs by the spadeful, I scoop well-intentioned, tar-coated fill into random potholes indifferent, life is, to the temporary, heavy nature of mundane cavity patches Hey, not my asphalt the road to hell Read more

  • A poet does math

    I counted stars once not for any practical reason not for romance they patiently waited for me to finish, as if they cared I was sitting by a campfire spitting its cinders as sputtering death throes they fluttered skyward before dissolving I could not help but wonder if that is how stars came to be; Read more