Diary Poems

August Macke

By Richie La Rich

Wednesday, April 1, 2020

Tentacular, evasion:

Flea, don’t ever escape.

He has you by the nape

With his priapic clawed delusion.

Take a chance on chance

Why don’t you?

The world... O, the world.

Remember when it was new?

A long time is along about now.

It’s coming down the drive.

You’re running out to meet it

As fast as your good knee gives.

Way too long. No.

Way too long to pretend.

Heraclitus can’t help us

If we don’t let flux in.

Mother. End of other.

Breast of leaning lover.

Infantile, please teach me

By letting the rest teach you.

Saturday, April 4, 2020

Don’t think too much honey;

Be sweet but not sublime.

Add a twist of lime

To give yourself some tang.

Be right on the money;

Don’t worry when stocks go

BANG! Recover what you seem,

Dress yourself in dream.

Joseph and his Technicoloured

Coronavirus face mask

Leads me down the path

To where the garden blurred

Into a merge of secrets,

Emptiness submerged.

(I am curious about your reasons

But not so much that I’ll ask.)

Sigh. The snake plant shudders.

I breathe, the world responds.

Existence, like a pond

Chasing self-made ripples.

Wednesday, April 22, 2020

Ugh as a bug in a rug.

Safe at home rattling

Wage-gilt chains,

Avoiding COVID-19.

What happens to a dream

Insured? Does it strangle

Itself with its deed

Or is it patiently mangled?

“Leave me. Let me be scarred.”

The dearth of redress tussles.

Quackery’s quaking muzzle

Shivers its lies in the yard.

It’s Earth Day today.

One day, once a year.

The birds rise every morning singing.

Listen, once a year.

Quack! Fuck.

I once watched a mallard duck

Bob emerald in a stream.

Was that a ducking dream?

Richie La Rich is a poet based in Toronto, Canada. They can be reached at richielarich@tutanota.com.