Suspended Pistols

Suspended Pistols

             Suspended Pistols Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem Most men are made of crudest iron in shapes Like penises instead of thorns.  These blunt Iron prickles make their forced, demanding scrapes In victims often in...

Cobalt and Amber:  Prometheus

Cobalt and Amber:  Prometheus Daydreaming Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem If I could shape the first man, I would make Him cobalt blue,  his eyes a Viking blue, His nose a righteous Grecian one to shake...

The Flimsiness of Letters

     The Flimsiness of Letters   “All the little emptiness of love!” ~ Rupert Brooke   What kind of letters?  Letters in a clay Configuration, cuneiform shapes gone For thousands of declines in their array In sunsets, twilights and each hopeless dawn Were letters that...

Cool as a Thick-haired Cucumber

    Cool as a Thick-haired Cucumber “I have need to busy my heart with quietude.” ~  Rupert Brooke James suffered like a teenybopper lass In love with manufactured pop star guys. He hovered like an altar boy at mass Outside the poet’s rooms.  He hoped his eyes Would...

Past Joy Everything Else is Death

Past Joy Everything Else is Death Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem “Le petite mort” You probe for joy, and probe for joy, then probe Again, again — more deeply.  Joy is there. You know that long...

Spewing in the Depths to Heights, Rule-breaking

Spewing in the Depths to Heights, Rule-breaking Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem When I go into you, I know what he Felt up in heaven, Lucifer, in love With liberty, or more love’s anarchy. I know...

Priming Your Pump at the Well

Priming Your Pump at the Well Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem Just one slight push and he slips into you. Unspoken is this love, for who needs love In words when there is love to spew? You want a...

  Olé Picasso!

  Picasso! Don’t look at nature after art to slight The art.  The point of art is not to ape But thinking.  Artists target to incite, Not prettify, but cause the mind to gape. To criticize a painting for a lack Of slavishness to facts is silliness Akin to faulting...

When Voices are Replaced by Squared Up Bars

When Voices are Replaced by Squared Up Bars A watercolor, or some paintings made Of oils, or photographs in black and white Are all like Cubist art but with truth’s blade, Not brush.  The forms, the shadows, and the light In images of island Greece, are grand...

Gay Love as Paradox

     Gay Love as Paradox Love, who is wisdom’s pupil gay ~ Euripides Euripides goes on to say that love Leads on to virtue, often.  Note that one Word,: “often,” though, for love is not above Dementing men with rot-like passion.  Stun Them, that is what love does,...

Pious, Pious, Pious Papyri

Pious, Pious, Pious Papyri Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem If you were set the challenge, “Think about The most surreal conflation of some facts From distant times,” I wager (with no doubt That I would...

God’s Love

          God’s Love An angel sought to be like God, better Than Him. This Lucifer was hurtled down. He wanted only to break the fetter Of abject devotion.  A fiery gown Enveloped him.  He wears it still.  It’s Hell. Eve tasted fruit.  The curses came like snake...

Two Sides of One Channel, Sea, or Ocean

Two Sides of One Channel, Sea, or Ocean A strand, another strand, two banks of one Wide river separate — but offer more. Exotic poetry entails a sun Unseen until the poems reach the foreign shore Across the currents of division.  Then The poets there, beyond the...