Category: Poems

Poem: What’s Left Unsaid

I don’t think I’m good enough. I do think you’ll leave me. You’re not what I fantasized about when I pleasured myself all those lonely years. You’re the best I can do. We won’t ever be on the cover of a glossy magazine dedicated to the beautiful (and interesting). We will learn to be content...

Poem: Your Hands

Some guys go for great big racks Protruding in the air. Some guys go for long lean legs And locks of silky hair. Some guys go for buns of steel Firm as just-picked peaches. Some guys go for puffy lips, bikinis on the beaches.   I’m not insane, I don’t complain When offered such delights....

Poem: The Crash

Startled by an interloper, something bigger than they, a moving shadow that connotes death, Or what is understood to be the end, The little ones flutter away, dashing hysterically for cover, like a child seeking solace Beneath his blanket. All but one are safe. The unlucky fellow crashes head-first into an invisible pane of glass,...

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...