the phlebotomist drew my blood
i flew into the Lake District
the iron drained and out it came
universal donor thick
no test for anemia
attesting only to that needed
i sought the world of Wordsworth
but swirled landscapes fleeted
"let a sleeping dog lie"
came a wry voice from the bogs
through the peat there rose a spread
a sheet of green, a host of frogs
not the golden daffodils
old and ancient beings
the sort that torment day and night
relenting at your freeing
aghast i drew my hatchet
banged, hacked and made a racket
took the legs of one and each
left the dregs and had a feast
i wandered there as a cloud
donned my pack and burned the shroud
the shroud that was prepared for me
rested ash, bare of me
Jul 9, 2021
Jul 9, 2021 at 5:56 PM UTC
from the room the distant seas
resounded and compounded
filled the space till all I heard
were waters crashed and pounded
and Nietzsche utters Superman
and “God is a conjecture”
Zarathustra keeps on speaking
of the figs in every lecture
pulling the ears of Italy
and drawing the eyes of England
except Lucy who in her heart has found
a potion of a new blend
Jun 6, 2021
Jun 6, 2021 at 7:25 PM UTC
Tweedledee and Tweedledum
came with bottle ***
and after drinking more than some
turned TweedleDick and Dumb
Apr 13, 2021
Apr 13, 2021 at 9:04 PM UTC
All of my Merry Men,
Robbed from Barbie and from Ken
Because of their seemingly immense wealth
As fair models of Mattel
But my good men of Sherwood,
Failed to comprehend
That Barbie and Ken spent mounds of money
And hills of cash on designer clothes
Designed chateaus, and designated drivers
In fact Barbie and Ken were in debt
In debt up to their plastic foreheads
If only I had consulted with my Lady Marian
For she understood well the materialistic ways
of these celebrities of American fame
And us Englanders have no need to
Plunder the goods from a doll
Whether in Willows or Wyoming
And thus I set my boys straight
Dec 19, 2020
Dec 19, 2020 at 1:34 AM UTC
I watched her sniff a line of *******
From the mahogany table where we first ******
This wasn’t in the Cabinet Room
This was in our apartment
The place where I presided over the affairs with the aid of my Lady
During the night of Bastille we blew ourselves sky high
We aren’t French and I don’t know much about the Revolution
But the Eiffel Tower was aglow with the cracking of fireworks
And many people were keen on celebration
So we thought we’d hit powder
But not even Moriarty could have conjured the evil that next sprang upon our fête
When we realized that as we were approaching the heavens like the 7 of Mercury
Our friend pulled a prank and made our martinis with sweet vermouth instead of dry
Then we all began to crash into the Atlantic
Dec 13, 2020
Dec 13, 2020 at 12:07 PM UTC
The Eureka lemons were scattered on the floor
Dotting the hardwood like a painting by Seurat
And the dancers of Degas were nowhere to be found
But here at 10 Downing St.
Churchill’s predecessor knew what had to be done
He scurried about looking for the key to his mother’s boudoir
Alas! He cried
And with the speed of Yeager
He ascended the stairs, grazing the baluster
But at the top of the steps who awaited him?
The forbidden fruit, with leaves of the cross
The passion itself
And he burped as a result of the several White Russians
He drank with The Dude
And made his way to the place where Hooverball was being played
Because it is a drunk person’s game
Dec 13, 2020
Dec 13, 2020 at 1:24 AM UTC
A trip to Malé
Through the Indian Ocean
Absorbing Chinese relation
Tasting the umami of station
Repudiate the hedonists
And liberate the botanists
We dance in the finery of lilies
All flowers bloom in their season
Anything is permitted in the realm of reason
Salvage your respect
Muster your self-contempt
In the land of paradox
Left is right
And all that’s right is left
Nov 25, 2020
Nov 25, 2020 at 11:18 AM UTC
he was so sure
about him and her
until Ouzo came into the picture
Ouzo a Greek
was determined to leak
the secrets of the boyfriend's double life
so before every meal
Ouzo drank a great deal
and stared at his girl with a grin
with anise on his tongue
malice filling the lungs
he divulged what he does when not home
his heart became hardened
spoke all of the garden
that belonged to Michael McGregor
through all the tears
despite all her fears
she listened with solemn reflection
as Ouzo related
how his pride had inflated
and nearly cost him his life just that day
how he just barely fled
how he hid in a shed
and how McGregor had stolen his clothing
so she told Peter then
find a new rabbit's den
there will be no thieves in this home
his head bent low
with Ouzo in tow
he hopped out of his two-bedroom burrow
and never felt better
in this warm summer weather
naked and a bachelor again
May 14, 2020
May 14, 2020 at 12:50 AM UTC
drake was showing off
his toosie slide
kicking, tossing his feet
kicking to the beat
all around his mansion
walled in and isolated
in the cramped space of his home
trying to ramp up the energy
trying to enter the
flow of an artist
and perhaps here the ego
did indeed fall away
and every deed of his performance
and every award of his importance
was a testament to positive psychology
just as Mihaly endorses
complete immersion can beget
this aversion to distraction
this sole aim of action
tempus fugit into a fraction
May 8, 2020
May 8, 2020 at 2:03 AM UTC
she'll have her Revenge like Tamora
but like Titus I'll have my victory
and I'll sit for my portrait before Raphael
like his Cardinal wearing the red of past misery
Apr 29, 2020
Apr 29, 2020 at 5:03 PM UTC