"End"

Those who create might understand

Sometimes it comes out fully bland

But come out, it must, if we are to grow

And end up with something we might show.

October 18, 2026

"Gals"

Calliope, Erato,

Euterpe, Polyhymnia

What these gals must understand

I need the freedom to move my hand.

October 18, 2026

"Dreck"

In my rush I fail to check

   the dreck

   that gushes from my pen

I hope one day to make emend

   to the penned

   my Muse would not commend.

October 18, 2026

"Crime"

A poem that does not rhyme

   is no major crime

Unless you come from 1950

   (when everything was nifty).

October 17, 2026

"Guts"

The Niña the Pinta the Santa Maria

Exhibited enormous guts

Like taking on Abyssinia

With improper haircuts.

October 15, 2026

"Pain"

When hast thou known privation

What knowest thou of strain

When all of this spoiled Nation

Hardly suffereth pain.

October 15, 2026

"Secrets"

When Pluto goes in retrograde

And all the World’s atilt

Deepest secrets are unsealed

   (and nothing stays as built).

October 15, 2026