Down to words (344)

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Down to verse (860)

Angular momentum

The facts,

At this point,

Mattered not,

For they would be spun

Until those undone

Would not know them.

Down to words (343)

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Down to verse (859)

The radical

Was the denominator

In his fractional parts

That would leave him

Never whole,

Forever to rationalize.

Down to verse (858)

The losers

They could not reconcile,

Instead, in chaos domiciled

Were antinomians at base,

With but themselves to face.

Down to verse (857)

Storm relief

He wanted a view

That he could not see,

Which would not be his,

But which he would know,

Yet he could not say,

But with which he could go

To the finish.

Down to verse (856)

New day

They traded insights

At the time,

Each happy,

Neither, it turned out,

The following day

When at morning

The sun did shine.

Down to verse (855)

Word

That was that,

He thought,

As he finished the talk,

Only to find it was not.

Seminal or dead end,

More would be said. 

Down to words (342)

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Down to verse (854)

Hard Teaching

A withering look

Sufficed for her jumbling

And gave coherence

To it all.

Down to verse (853)

Word fugitive

His foes, who’d know

The spot he’d go,

Of course, he fled,

And left them

To the one they left

And given him instead.

Down to verse (852)

Night claimed

The claims were crossed,

No sides were clear,

The truth was lost,

No peace was near.

The sun had cover,

Then all was bright.

Yet was no lover

Of aught but night.

Down to words (341)

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Down to verse (851)

Heroes and tropes

Heroes and tropes

Had come to burden

Everything they saw,

Yet they kept pushing up,

Loading up,

As Sisyphus with them.

Down to verse (850)

Antiquarian

He had repaired

To the figures

And symbols

Of his early discourse,

Where he had been lost,

Then found himself again.

Down to words (340)

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Down to verse (849)

Paradox of the New Poet

He looked at things

And mixed some feelings

With them,

Pronounced them real,

Then fiction

Just the same.

Down to verse (848)

Known shoe

Never would she start

On the wrong foot

When she walked,

But always managed

To walk in wrong

When she talked.

Down to verse (847)

The event

The event of three minutes

Was a few words between the two,

Which swept across three families,

Multiple goods and uncertainties,

Outright unknowns,

And palpable forces at hand.

There were three exchanges,

Nods of gratitude therewith,

A promise for the coming week

And a brightness, 

Not hedged or doubted

In their shine of concord,

All in a walk through a wintry compost

That seeded weather warnings

And spotters elsewhere.

Down to verse (846)

No return

Though he had friends,

There was no return.

His friends, by known foe

Blinded, did yearn

To extend him hand,

Yet not for him would stand.

Confused in such company,

He would but earn

What chaos left to see.

Down to words (339)

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Follow the street art.
Part of us all,
Like it or not.

Down to verse (845)

The cramp of poesy

The cramp of poesy

Had crossed him.

There was no form to haunt,

Nor verse, blank to eternity,

To fill his want.

Down to verse (844)

Pointer

The gun was pointed,

Waved elsewhere,

Yet brought their ribbing to a halt,

Its heart at fault.

Down to verse (843)

The Father

He was the Father.

He ran his con here,

Then, in time,

Across the street,

He ran it there.

He would never fold it.

He would run it

‘til they did not come,

Then move down the street,

Move from corner

To corner,

Until some came,

Came to forget

He had run it

And came again.

He was the Father.

He ran his con here,

Then, in time,

Across the street

He ran it there.

Down to verse (842)

Joker

Seeking hope in comity

He found one, false,

In standup comedy.

Down to verse (841)

Begun in 1920

Tawdry.

It skimmed ears

Of Belle Lettres.

Cheap.

It lifted sheaves

Of little weight.

Tasteless.

It thought wine

Was wine.

Graspless.

It lost strings

To bind wreathes

For honor.

It was the way

They were

And we became.

Crownless,

Grimaced, then later

Frownless,

Fat sassy clowns,

Full in magnitude

Of make up.

Yet we went on.

To conquer sin,

By crouching next to it

Pouncing on it

Before it crept and leapt.

And we had pictures,

No time in lines.

All for a prelude

To a third wide conflict

In which no sleek bodies would be found.

Down to verse (840)

Hollow man

His promise was not hollow.

He would have helped the fellow,

But for the trouble of the cleanup

To follow.

Down to verse (839)

Sitters

The room

Presumed a loyalty

Of those who sat

And voted

For the future

Of its plumbing.

Down to verse (838)

Larks

It happened,

At the end of the term,

That the vines,

Now past first leaf,

Grew only for the larks.

For the board

Did not know the seasons

And had leased the land

To an absent banker

Who was having

His substance

And attention bled

By examiners.

The vines bled red

For years, in silent spurts,

As the suits wore on,

Leaving the larks

To their winebibbing

With each continuance.

Down to verse (837)

Demolished

Had lived right there,

On the south side,

Off the lake,

When it was lofty

To have its wind.

Down to verse (836)

From above

Preacherly right,

He stroked his demon

Into an angel of light.

Down to verse (835)

He knew

He was a fraud

Somehow,

For he lived

As though

He would be here

Forever.

Down to verse (834)

Young miss

She missed the dance

And hence the chance

To be a part.

And so she sulked,

And then she bulked

In troubled heart.

Down to verse (833)

Classmate

Once again he snored,

Roared to a world

In which he scored

Few points of intellect

And did not care.

Down to verse (832)

Follies

He had shown an ass

They did not care to see.

Instead of walking past,

They closed his company.