Hugh Tribbey


PAGAN FIELDS

                                         No stalemate 
Janus mars mysterious conches 
Somber tunes play sanity
Diminish June Hummers
Nose candy obliviates 
Calm commas of poinsettias
Petals of solitary nectar 
In a scalding tempo 

Janus mars 
Sober arenas of mini-carp
Sober, somber Jesus’ carp
Sanity, sanity, sanity in the dorm
Quit sin, vivid commas destroy the desperate 
Confront cruel algae, lost juice sentiments 
Vengeance Mars my sangria,  my tune rescue 



RIM SHOTS OF ME


Losing bubbles of strange giant
Announce the nachos of Delma’s aura
Esteem the pagan son of these hymns 
Cadences of dilating air in late somberness

Quizzes for scribbles of dulcimers 
Demand rebels, mezzanine idioms
Con palaces fuse a tempo
Suspects rise with notes of color

Pierre vainly lurches with saffron hay
Tense mismanagement of lost tuna
Oily puddles of cranky solitude 



RIM SHOT X


Lost bubbles, almost delayed 
Inflamed, palpitating corridors 
Cellos shake radiant ore
Terror entrances, arboreal Zapata
Ogres float on oily ammonia 
Rumors of almost beast in a dealer’s bath
Misty parades of serious success 
Passing armor



LIBERATE BONE ARMOR 


Chiclets on the calendar, chic resolution 
Pour mace cantatas, quit the outer avian mayor
Major quest choice for the porous major
Condors drop mace on the azure floor

Delay mutual picante,  no hay comparison 
Terror parasols, estimate consultation 
Solace of algebra , place your Benzedrine 
May the prudent quaalude salute you

Simpering disguise, chamois the granite mayor
Designate the grand mal in the humidor
Delay momento tomatoes, dice with a saber
Poor end, delayed murders of majors and minors

Hugh Tribbey is Emeritus Assistant Professor of English. He lives in Stillwater, Oklahoma, with his wife Larna. The author of nine collections of poetry, his most recent is One Knowledge from Idle Press.

 
 

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