Ponderable polemics, poetic

WordPress site of poet Mark Lucker

coffee

  • Customer

    sitting at a  rickety card table a cloudy, droll Saturday morning yard sale boredom broken only by protracted used appliance deal negotiations with dubious dollar store Trump-wannabees dumping a half mug of stale coffee onto our cyclone fence-climbing Morning Glories a change-purse toting fortysomething housewife-financier chides my wastefulness, asks the price of the empty mug Read more

  • Saturday morning

    first light of day bright silence rules sun, fresh coffee illuminate fleeting, holy solemnity First steaming mug is communion, a shared indulgence professing to dog; Rat-terrier, canine father-confessor What can I say? We’re Protestants Read more

  • Bartender genome

    Sitting alone at a bar downing a row of tequila shots will earn you something from across the bar; griping rights, pour-out-your-heart privileges – at the very least, a knowing nod, acknowledging smile, tacit agreement, ‘go for it’ shrug Sitting by yourself at Starbucks counter coolly throwing back espresso shots while clicking away on your laptop Read more