Monday, June 30, 2014

Some Lady Watched it Waft About

Today the azure pasture of the sky
begat a fat blue bit of progeny:
ontogeny did not, in it, capitulate
to any known phylogeny –

it was a one-off, and a run-off –
a refracted accident of atmosphere.
Some lady watched it waft about,
decided that it wasn’t here.


Sunday, June 29, 2014

If You

You surely know more than you know
you know. Look how you glow! Oh,
but how delightful it would be
if you could tell it all to me.


Saturday, June 28, 2014

Join the Aquamarines!

Join the Aquamarines!
he thought he’d read, in print.
For that at least he qualified.
He took off in a sprint

stark naked down the avenue
to demonstrate the point.
The town was not at all amused.
With noses out of joint,

they locked him up summarily
and pocketed the key.
(In secrecy, they’ll let you in
to see him, for a fee.)