December 3, 2013
some poems
some poems take years to write
some only minutes
every other poem is in-between
and none so far has taken more.
like Bukowski, Williams, O’Hara
I am a writer of poems
short poems
long poems
most a few in-between
like all creatives I am
disgracefully unreliable in action
chasing down the inspirations
with a stick in one hand
a pen in the other
months of missing my prey
and weeks of eating well
and growing fat
but I write on this IBM Selectric III
and drink coffee like it was religion
no longer getting drunk or drugging
my days away
and slipping into the nightgown of poetry.
now they all come fully dressed
with ten fingers typing
furiously in fits and starts
mostly done during the day.
I am nostalgia interrupted
a willful resemblance of another time
before my iMac and laptop dominated
my final drafts and submissions
email rejections or acceptances
I haven’t stamped an SASE in years
or walked to the mailbox hopeful or dreadful
waiting to throw away another poem
such as this.
– Hoc Scripsi
February 12, 2013
Sylvia – parts 1 and 2
Sylvia part 1
I listen to your voice,
late November,
reliving a moment long
worn away by time’s
passing
and memory.
did you mean to see it out,
taste of poison
fruits? or come
back.
all questions lingering
and a scar,
a very real scar,
traces round our heart,
I’ll show you if you come to see.
no charge,
no heart beats like ours
out of the ash, we sift
and sift, but find
no more
no phoenix burning
the midnight air.
Suicide – Sylvia part two
February, 11 2013
you are gone today
fifty years gone
left,
without a word
after
a lifetime of words
each neatly arranged
each carefully reviewed
a life meticulously considered
but
you no longer suffer
and
your pain ended
I wonder what your last words were
who they were to
a goodbye and kissing your children
perhaps
a goodbye and that is all
how are we to mourn
each passing hour
is a passing day
and this just another
poem
about your death
which you couldn’t write
anymore
you staggered
and saw it out
confessional until the last
asleep
on a pillow
the sun rising to meet its
worshiper.
– Hoc Scripsi
January 30, 2013
Men in the Company of Women
Available now at this link – Men in the Company of Women –
I am very proud to be a part of this volume and I urge you to obtain a copy for yourselves as soon as possible, if not today.
January 26, 2013
standards
I’ve lowered my standards,
the problem might be that I had them in the first place.
you easily forget when you were at your best
in endless pursuit to surmount each previous work
and your output dwindles until you are
only writing fifty poems a year
which I guess is fine
though it is easier to say more if so inclined
and uninhibited
by meaningless constraints and various medications.
but don’t worry,
I’m still on the medications.
– Hoc Scripsi
the platitudes of willful resemblance 