Ungraceful

Ungraceful

Today I watched an insect die
An ant, with wings
Must be that time of year.

It was tired, expired, done
but still it tried to fly
It had nothing else to do.

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Melissa

Melissa

Melissa
Lives in Alpine
Is pure Jersey
Always calls me sweetheart

Tight jeans
Low-cut top
She’s got it
No doubt about that

Shepherdess
Her flock all strays
She presides
My third favorite bartender

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The origin of the sestina

Who invented the sestina, and why?

The origin of the sestina

Arnoud something, Frenchman, poet, masochist
Invented the bloody thing
thought that 6 by six plus troi
would make a bitchin’ poem
perhaps there are other rules
I shall ignore them

Arnoud something, Frenchman, poet, masochist
possibly liked the cadence
A play in six brief acts
A story told in slices
Of defined form
While the band plays on.

Arnoud something, Frenchman, poet, masochist
was fond of numbers
and the mystical power they hold
The most powerful number is three
The most powerful number is three
The most powerful number is three

Arnoud something, Frenchman, poet, masochist
using the most powerful number
the way a child uses LEGO
built a new structure
not with white and yellow plastic
but with a rhythm he heard from the stars

Arnoud something, Frenchman, poet, masochist
Spent his days casting about the house
Counting things without reason and without hope
Muttering, rambling, talking to himself
The way poets do when they’re close
But haven’t got there yet

Arnoud something, Frenchman, poet, masochist
A serious individual
As masochists are
never knew the fun I would have
with a form I never knew
And if he did, he wouldn’t like it.

Arnoud something, Frenchman, poet, masochist
inventor of the sestina
is dead now

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for a.k.s.

for a.k.s.

I hear her voice in my headphones
And I remember
Like an Engine, she played
The crowd thinned
The Jack, which I had bought for her
dwindled
We stood, ssssh! outside her bedroom door
and almost, not quite.

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Requiem

Requiem

I guess there was only one thing left
To put into your brain.
The final test of immortality
I will not know the end
Unless I, too, am Lono.

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Saguaro

Saguaro

Tall, it stands
arms stretched, twisting
an octopus conductor
the chorus waits upraised below
a mute desert moment

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Imperial Valley Downpour

Imperial Valley Downpour

Diamonds, suspended
Sun’s fire captive in water
but water must break

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Imperial Valley Downpour

Imperial Valley Downpour

out from the anvil
blinding slashing flash of light
cracks on my windshield

Amy

Amy

Suddenly so tiny
wrapped in blue
on the long sofa
an explosion asleep

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Memories

Memories

lingering perfume
and stale cigarettes – I breathe
And know what was not

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Scotch Whiskey

Scotch Whiskey

Smoky sweet seduction,
Dancing vapors
Air, Water, Fire
Earth
Ancient wisdom
She inspires me
as I breathe her
message from beyond the grave

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Haiku for You

Haiku for You

rise from blow-up bed
rub eyes, stretch, scratch, yawn, make tea
and get back to work

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New category here at the blog!

Poems, everyone!

And a free commemorative slap on the back to the first person to identify that reference.

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From the old days

From the old days

Now’s the time to do sleep,
Close the eyes, count the sheep,
And when cock’s crow makes chickens cluck
to roll over, mutter, “fuck”
And sleep some more.

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