Ponderable polemics, poetic

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  • The Poet Takes His Meds

    I recently had a ‘heart procedure’doctor clearing out nearly blocked arteryeliminated offending clog with a new stentNow I take medication to keep my blood thinnerflowing more freely The med’s name – clopidogrel – amuses me greatly asI have composed plenty of doggerel inmy many years ofwaxing poeticBut knowing nothing of pharmaceutical naming conventions Ihave to Read more

  • Wood-post modernist

    thrills are to be had secrets need revealing wonders beg unraveling truths urge to be told revelations dark and light constrained in the pristine symmetry of new, freshly sharpened shiny-yellow pencil just above the perfectly honed greyish tip peach-fuzz wisps of wood cling gently, smell of pine tickle fingers excitedly anticipation cylindrically contained wisdom waits Read more

  • A musing

    You seduced me. Drew me in played me for the fool and I bit took the bait tried to dart away only driving the hook in deeper now here I am at your pondering mercy; throw me in your creel fry me up toss me back let me swim away or watch me flopping for Read more

  • Guardian pal

    Like a shadow you know is there but disappears when you turn to confront it it’s there, but he’s not Following discreetly, benignly nourish part of the atmosphere minus the trench coat Sometimes light diffuses instead of illuminates My father’s memory, legacy, aura follows me no, I am not paranoid just aware of the oddly 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

  • practice run

    roses are dark red jalapenos can be too my rhyme scheme haiku Read more

  • Concubine

    My mistress is verisimilitude a pliant robust and imminently sensual lover. Her knowledge of love,extensive, welll used on the likes of me and I have no complaints of how she treats me nor she of I. We talk we love, share passions that can only be shared by kindred souls who meet only on the Read more

  • Old pros(e)

    (for Ron H.) A friend of mine – fellow poet – likes Bukowski while I much prefer Frost he disdains Ferlinghetti can’t understand why I don’t says Dickinson has no beat we share a fondness for Ginsburg’s rants, Stein and Plath, part ways on Whitman – my cure for insomnia, his touchstone in grass Over Read more

  • Dawning for a poet

    Scratchy, scraping, raw pencil on paper causes her to stir she turns sleepily my way half smiles, half sneers rolls back the other way she thinks I am writing a paean to some ancient love or other stray reminisce, hopes its not some sappy ode to her Sometimes it is. Other times I am writing Read more