Ponderable polemics, poetic

WordPress site of poet Mark Lucker

passing of time

  • In step

    Time it is said tritely marches on its cadence precise as any honor guard’s mostly. At times time is less a rhythmic beat more the tuning of a cheap guitar MY my my dog dog has – HAS fleas. Fleas. fleeeeas. my.dog. has. fleas. Time occasionally stumbles, marches on, always finishes the parade. Read more

  • In step

    Time, so they say, always marches on its cadence, precise as any honor guard Mostly. Time is sometimes less a rhythm, more a tuning of a ukulele MY dog DOG has HAS fleas. fleas. My dog has fleas Time sometimes stumbles, but always finishes the parade Read more

  • Refraction

    Looking in the mirror I see the faces of a lifetime in midstream sometimes it’s a group photo – staged formality that doesn’t fit there are candid shot mornings and wide-angle shots that distort while others crowd everyone together but not everybody fits in the frame but the picture gets taken anyway. Looking in the Read more