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Poem: Doggerel

May your days be hairy, and bright. And may all your puppy dogs be white. I’m dreaming of a white puppy Just like the ones I used to pet Where the Labs are wagging And the hounds are dragging Their ears, blithely to the vet. I’m dreaming of a white puppy With every furry friend...

Poem: Cantankerous

Would it be a sin to call him what he is? The misanthropy ooozes from his soul Like churro grease from the pores on your nose after a day Spent at the carnival, where Nineteen bucks will get you a $1.49 plush toy and an affirmation of your manhood. You can smell the bitterness, just...

Poem: Cooper’s Hawk (with Apologies to Wordsworth)

Regal, as if touched by royalty, you light upon the wire, Surveying the buffet of opportunity below, where we Who cannot soar, cannot glide, forlornly aspire To shed our earthly shackles and be free.   You cannot be called a kind and caring raptor, A patient pedant, with heart o’erflowing with generosity. Your icy mission...

Poem: Quatrains

According to the primers, resolute and stout Three patterns are permissible when writing quatrains out. ABAB, AABB, and AAAA Are proper forms, no matter how passe.   The scanning lines, we’re told, should always add to four Not two, not three, and certainly not more. Transgressions bold, though heartfelt at the core Will turn the...

Poem: Go On

The night sky, tinged with neon blue around the edges. The day sky, diffusing into whiteness past the clouds. The farmers plot, unbound by hedges. The sacred Mecca, bewitched by shrouds.   Infinity is what we make it, the way we gauge this endless space Immune to ploys — one cannot fake it — suffused...

Poem: The Latest

Off in mad pursuit of the hottest, the latest, the mostest — and we say that not ironically at all because As anyone who knows anything about culture — or Culture, capitalized ironically, like a Tom Wolfe neologism — knows that Getting more If not all Is the point of all this scurrying. Much like...

Poem: Friends

Our surrogate family congregated in the church of our living room, Joining together to give praise and feel joy, with hardly a thought given to the consequences of enjoying sensual pleasures of the tongue and ear and eye. We smiled and laughed and nodded, Creating an affirmation — A conviction really — That the colors...

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.