Stanley Kaplan has published poetry in a number of journals, including Onthebus, Midstream, Chiron Review, Ragazine, Mobius and Quiet Courage
with others forthcoming. He lives in New York City where he paints as well as writes. He is the recipient of a Pollack- Krasner Foundation grant.
His paintings can be seen on their web site, pkf.org.

               PRAM TO PRANK
 
A big ado admonish. Confess you threw the confetti. 
You, a trobriander trudged to school.
Scout, scramble, forget everything, because your
potluck life ran from pram to prank. Your opera is
opaque.
 
 
            QUINTET IN QUARTER NOTES
 
Good and Plenty consecrated her quintet in quarter notes. The atonality quibbled with every
quick shift while she shunted two parts together. Drinking port, she shoveled note upon note.
Shrapnel sounds, musical tidbits discharged into the air, stunned and clattered.The harmonious
clink clenched and called us home.

Stanley Kaplan has published poetry in a number of journals, including Onthebus, Midstream, Chiron Review, Ragazine, Mobius and Quiet Courage with others forthcoming. He lives in New York City where he paints as well as writes. He is the recipient of a Pollack- Krasner Foundation grant.
His paintings can be seen on their web site, pkf.org

THE ANXIOUS SUPPLICANT by Stanley Kaplan
  
Defining corners, edges,
still things disappear.
The witness roustabout
reorders the century,
curating bones and basics.
 
The stars fold and unfold.
And the anxious supplicant
is afraid of the dark.
 

ROUNDELAY by Stanley Kaplan
 
What provender is provided the routine spirit. The roundelay sung to the end of the sound
is an atonal artifact. 
Wither the secluded man? The celebrated fan banging pots and pans, who jigs on Jay's show.
When he ascended from the cellar, he wept publicly on Chanel Four.

 GIDDY SECONDS by Stanley Kaplan
 
I had no objection to sending the money, but requisitioning a formal demand!  Spit on the devil
and see where it gets you. I had no objective in mind, except to be ostentatiously kind.
I had no mind. Increasingly the illness had set in. The giddy seconds.
The lesson plan from the city of Cinabar said that it would take two years to reach the Sprightly
Falls. Two years!
We summarize a life. Who was that coffin I saw you with last night? That was no coffin that was
the balm of gratitude.