Ponderable polemics, poetic

WordPress site of poet Mark Lucker

  • Elegy for Them

    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

  • Documentation

    bar napkin crumpled, soggy torn palate slurred ink Picassoesque words Big Chief tablets beloved by 2nd graders, kitsch rhymesters used envelopes narrow canvas postage, odd visuals, broken windows work in cancellation stamp wanderlust, bonus angst matchbook cover epics cause inspired squinting haikus on receipts cannot be returned without merchandise in hand scribbles, doodles on pilfered… Read more

  • Broadsides

    I once asked God for a sign needing more than spiritual Burma-Shave cardboard placards stapled to raw, rough pine sticks Ah, but I am not advertising my tag-board always blankly devoid of political hate hackneyed slogans five-ninety-nine pizza specials! buy your gold for more! I am not here to direct others to event parking or partake… 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

  • 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