Republished with permission of "Iambs and Trochees,"Vol. IV, No.2
#QuatrainHumorous
The Star See that star that now appears To glisten in the sky? It took perhaps a million years For it to reach your eye.
My myths have talking ducks and dogs mice making Roman arches in the baseboa… burglars
Leda Lays an Egg One morning Leda, sitting on the… Saw Zeus appear transmogrified to… She heard too late the honks and w… And so with godly force he conquer…
The role itself arouses smirks. I picture mine in a doorway, slightly stooped, worry-faced, hands wringing an apron, peering at the thing she hatched,
One day when Richard’s brother, R… Had heard enough of “such a terrib… He chucked his poise and turned wi… the gleeful mourners gathered on t… And said, “Your tears, my friends…
(George Meredith advised Thomas Hardy to fill his novels with bizarre and exciting people and events. Subsequently, Hardy in an early novel had a person following a person following a ...
My Last Trophy-Wife (Apologies to Robert Browning) That photo of my ex there on the… Is one I took before we split las… Yeah, people always ask me how I…
One morning Leda, sitting on the… Saw Zeus appear transmogrified to… She heard too late the honks and w… And so with godly force he conquer… (Some skeptics say she could have…
ODE TO TESTOSTERONE… When it comes to a war or driving… I do both to some stirring ovation… In fights I’m a scuffler and my c… So I’m ready for all provocations…
Bank Caesar An angry man, conceived and birthed in cars, weaned on dumpsters, reared in shattered rooms
Give Me No Perfect Things Give me no perfect things: a snowflake - kalaidoscopic, machine-cut, different but all alike,
Midwest Opera The local mogul, tall, horse-jawed… machine-tool king, accompanied by his grim chic wife, strolls down the aisle,
I Defy the Cosmos This cosmic clutter wins no beauty… As ob-jet d’art it’s mostly gaudy… Like those on Christmas trees, ex… And kitchy rings at which the tast…
A Wake In Florida’s woods there stands a… Still silo-girthed but leaning now… The trunk bone-white, stripped of… The spectral limbs shattered, gone…
Boundaries Tracing writhing streams, circling alpine wastes, tickling out a finger nudged between two behemoths,