Having ordered a parade of his own,
Trump is transformed
from Putin’s Puppet,
to Kim’s Clone.
Now, we wonder …
Will he request bids
for a new pyramid,
or coldly evict, then
re-brand, Grant’s Tomb?
Having ordered a parade of his own,
Trump is transformed
from Putin’s Puppet,
to Kim’s Clone.
Now, we wonder …
Will he request bids
for a new pyramid,
or coldly evict, then
re-brand, Grant’s Tomb?
that suspends us in Stasis soup,
while the Dog of our Determination,
Tugs on her faux-gold Leash.
Dave Read
decouple yourself
from the sun
snip the golden lasso
of your imagination
from the cloth wristwatch
of your expectation
Dave Read
To declaim the universal is tantamount to proclaiming the individual. Unless my logic is faulty, we’re now better able to understand the poor state of poetry in the dis-United States. Being poet first, logician second, the following epigram is two years older than the logical proposition in the preceding sentence!
p.s. I was chatting with the a couple local cops while taking the long view of mourners arriving at Donald Hall’s funeral. When a car sped past, by way of an order to a subordinate, one cop said to the other “light ’em up!”
p.p.s. This appears as “v.homeric” in Fakir’s Dozen Ways of Looking at Stuff.
Poetry bears
the unvarnished truth,
with fat rubbed in, for
that fashionable, polished look!
Dave Read
Not to the sea, these lemmings –
these native citizens,
now consumers,
amble proudly over the edge
of their demography, eager
to fulfill the marketer’s dream.
– Dave Read
The function of form in a poem
is to devise a scheme so that
you can conceal
the clue to your notion of hiding
an antonym to the rhyme
you mean to reveal.
– Dave Read
Unasked-for, children receive life
from parents who expect the
favor to be returned, unasked-for,
when they grow lonely, at the end.
Dave Read