Michael Estabrook small press poet since the 1980s striving always for greater clarity and concision rendering language more succinct and precise more accessible and appealing a Sisyphean adventure for sure. Retired now writing more and working more outside just noticed two Cooper’s hawks staked out in the yard or rather above it which explains the nerve-wracked chipmunks. The Poet’s Curse, A Miscellany is a recent collection (The Poetry Box, 2019).
So many solar systems and galaxies careening
through the universe so many planets
teeming with people potatoes and polar bears
maple trees bridges books banks bedposts
bombs brooms and bulldozers. You wonder
why life is the way it is here. You don’t really believe
the citizens, people, tentacleheads
or whatever they’re called on other planets
are paying taxes watching sit-coms smoking Marlboros
mowing their lawns keeping cats goldfish canaries
and bulldogs writing plays and poems listening
to C&W Music while at the same time trying incessantly
to hurt swindle rob rape kidnap maim explode
and disembowel one another just like us.