Wake-up Call For The Duration

Zounds!

Super poet profoundly 

Durable always more 

Than capable of leap- 

Frogging from one fantastic 

Telling line to another 

In an unbroken series 

Of singular bounds 

With hardly any wear or tear 

Worth mentioning till 

An astounding lack 

Of down-to-earth metaphors 

Finally set him and his oh so 

Flimsy craft soundly crashing 

Down to ground-zero!

 

 

Flight (After Seferis)

Do not preen your feathers, 

Strange bird—there’s yet another 

Mountain peaking over 

The next ridge, the slightest 

Distance—please rise fully 

To the occasion.

Huuklyeand Cinquor's Fishy Blame Game

Hey, stinker-- 

You keep on telling yourself 

You've spent the better part 

Of your life waiting 

For your very own voice to bob 

Full-blown to the surface. 

Well, guess what, chum-- 

It's finally stopped playing 

Your silly game and now wants you 

To take the bait, the blame 

And nothing 

But the blame and reel 

It in hook, line and sinker-- 

Are you still game?

 

Temple

--for joseph aversano, occupant 

te 

me 

nos 

opening, 

en 

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sing

 

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sacred 

en 

closed 

s 

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Flash Fiction Poet In The Bardo

What was it 

We thought we knew 

Everything under 

The heavens, 

Yet nothing of that 

Issue of what appears 

To be in-between, clearly 

Out of the blue.