Quill #25 - Poe'er (2010)

Free verse or rhyme,
Rhyme or free verse,
Which is the better?
Which is the worse?

Most of my teachers,
Most of the times,
Said, "It's not poetry
Unless it rhymes!"

Those that rate free verse
As poetry, too,
Think themselves 'lightened,
Diviners of true.

This little dog'grel
Will not mend a fence
'Tween those that want either
To make better sense.

Symbology rules
In the p. p. o. view.
You might as well spell
'Leaves of Grass' I. O. U.

We're not going to solve this
Ridiculous fight
Till God reaches down
To put out the light.

Suffice it to say that,
Whatever you use,
You're likely unpaid
And seeking a muse.

Quill #14 - "Gay" (1997)

A thinking man,
And a thinking man's man,
Thinking in abstracts;
Reality wearies.

Joining,
In concept,
Brings a rush of blood to their tiny heads.

Joining,
In practice,
Takes time and energy, small in supply these days.

Both know they will die wishing for more,
Unfilled.
Yet,
They practice in private,
Putting off difficult action,
Denying strong wine for the cheaper pop.

Cork scents don't lie.
Honesty would be working too hard;
It's easier to ignore an already made bed,
Especially one that smells like spent happiness.