Poems

A sample of poems from My Moriarty (2012), Trieste (2015) and Cuckoo (2019)

 
Pink Blossom

Cuckoo

October 2019

When the buds              

on the birch

disappear


I appear              

              so spooked,

het-up,


heaven-fretted,              

bejesused,

souped up


with all the may-

bees in May,

the new


plight of the new

(Cuckoo,

Cuccu)


to haunt us

back,

to the sleeping


greenwood

(like that? how so?)

with a – wake for a voice,


my loopy echo,

a bit of

locus pocus

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