Ponderable polemics, poetic

WordPress site of poet Mark Lucker

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  • ‘Bang. Bangbangbang.’

    Middle age and being a grandfather for the first time finds me going back and looking forward reflecting on past errors, omissions, miscalculations and major ‘oopsies’ in hand-mirror over-the-shoulder Annie Oakley sharpshooter-style without the gift of an eagle eye or benefit of practicing good aim I happily fire away Read more

  • shorthand

    text wife: ‘Dory?’ It cannot also be ‘hunky’ as I am elsewhere Read more

  • A poet goes Plato

    a bar napkin is a sometimes soggy palate Big Chief tablets are beloved by 2nd graders and poets used envelopes do the trick, postage paid matchbook cover epics cause inspired squinting haikus on store receipts cannot be returned hey, as long as the poem makes the page Read more

  • A philosophy. Of sorts.

    I never do stand holding umbrellas in lightning storms or crowded elevators though it may come as a shock and I remain leery of men who pair paisley neckties with argyle socks I never found it worth dating a girl based on the reflection of her patent leather shoes and I am always wary of Read more

  • Felix

    new grandson has my heart, focus, whatever else he may desire ;-{) http://poetluckerate.wordpress.com/2011/11/18/first-letter-to-a-new-grandson/ Read more

  • Street math

    Neighborhood rabbits multiply our busy street divides unobservant drivers subtract it all adds up Read more

  • Wiper/savior

    Somedays you’re the windshield somedays you’re the bug Me? I’m the guy with the red rag hanging from gray overall pocket who cleans up the mess Read more

  • Troikas, I

    Dislike your albatross necklace? Accessorize with matching brooch * * * “Gone to the dogs!” denigrates dogs let’s cats off the hook * * * I am the black sheep of an oddly monochrome familial flock Read more

  • Troikas, II

    A story called the girl’s hair ‘flaxen’ and all I could think of was my dietary fiber * * * Naked mimes don’t really have to say all that much * * * Right place, wrong time. Wrong place, right time. Fine lines, leaky pens Read more

  • Troikas, III

    Two steps forward, three back: even with castanets you flunk the nice officers roadside dance test * * * If you date a girl half your age, she will expect twice as much * * * If the call for nonconformists to unite goes unheeded, keep the deposit they made on the hall Read more