Category: Poems

Poem: Pop

Palindrome. Popular, as in pop music, that perfectly pleasant melange of reiterated innocuousness informing our youthful rebellion Even as we have children of our own, little versions of ourselves who Can’t stand our old stupid music and regressive ways. The sound a balloon makes when pin is applied to its skin, flexing Giving bending Until...

Poem: Evensong

Our father, who art in heaven And whose presence may be felt Most acutely In the ringing naves yearning for the sky Like ambitious tomato vines, Hear our song. We praise you, sir, for giving us everything: Life (and the sorrowful joys and disappointments and triumphs it brings); And love (and the ecstatic devastation it...

Poem: Homonym

Depending on where you put the stress Early or late Or, when feeling critical, in the middle, The meaning changes.   First you can’t move as you wish. Then it’s not right.   Invalid.

Poem: A Comforting Notion

The multitudes of now-anonymous soldiers on the fields Of Agincourt And at Hastings And everyplace else Where unimportant men took the sword in their guts So that their betters, the royal ones, Might have more land to control and glory to drink, As though the applause of history were nectar that could be stored For...

Poem: Three Haiku

Japanese writers Unbound by conventional Occidental themes +++++   A metrical form Where symmetry blossoms Into poetry +++++   The avocation Preferred by those who dislike Capitalist toils

Poem: Inequity

Have another dry-aged steak cooked medium-rare, sir. And more creamed spinach? They go nicely with your claret, that ruby nectar that inspires Torrents of adjectives. Like “plummy.” And “herbaceous.” Never mind, sir, that your belly is full. It can be fuller. We ask only that as you shovel chewy morsels between your teeth, Like a...

Poem: Shall I Stand?

Shall I stand On my feet Erect and perpendicular, an animated sculpture exposed to the wind and The desecration of public scorn? Shall I stand? Shall I, stalk-like, yearn for the sky — Or at least the ceiling, the plastered governor that dictates the limit Of our aspirations? Shall I? Or — and this would...

Poem: Family

The shorthand for “we are closer than two people trying to profit from the other” Is family. So she repeats this key phrase, as though it were The magic code from a 1930s adventure movie That keeps our hero safe From nefarious dark savages. We are family. We are family. We are like family. Us,...

Poem: Cleansing

Interminable showers, laced with lye Astringents cascading down fair skin turned pink By heat and scrubbing — The forceful scouring that a wok gets after an overlong stir-fry. No amount of water Or soap Or solvent Can remove the stain Left behind like a the penumbra of light produced by an explosion. Choices were made...

Poem: Eclipse

You appeared in my dreams last night, Brightly, as though a master electrician had flipped a switch and Illuminated the Medieval courtyard I was inhabiting at the time. The unenlightened believed it was the sun that had turned the air White like halogen. But I could see on my special screen — the one provided...