IF you really want to piss them off
turn your horror story
into a musical
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A HUNDRED POEMS – 049
Come base-note
feet pondering
ebony-ivory keys
lyrical phrase —
lift my heart-clef
poised before measure
n’ver a common time
that life consumes
the chambers
of my music hall
bring to me my songs
each moment — symphony
the notes fall
but never shatter
only scatter about
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PURPLE CABBAGE
born a rebel he screamed
his first words to the doctor:
this is a mistake make it go away!
so he was born with a mind
and took it everywhere he traveled
packing it in a grocery bag next
to his red-tagged soul
and the purple cabbage
Go away! Go away! You’re insane!
leaving home he took his womb
a shrived skin of plastic and a spoon
to feed the lawn animals and milk tooth
the priests exercised their will in him
tried to break the spirit and the spell
but their hands were too fast — Mother
she cried and the statues bled
this is all a mistake
make it all go away
Go away! Go away! Just go away!
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A HUNDRED POEMS – 047
we born of riches
all of us
aristocrat — even beggared
the mighty and the frail-small
a vault of bars in gold
earmarked for life’s events
swiftly/quaintly we spend
some to squander
into the wind —
the wise, thrifty
for the long road
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A HUNDRED POEMS – 039
I lay bare
my soul
to eternity —
to see my clay
form —
from celestial
breath have I come
I now lay bare
a fall from grace —
In human form
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ABCs
a pregnant 1
becomes b
and drinks
the nectar
of a yellow c
and pollinates
quickly lest
it becomes
a bit too
tar – d
life so
special
will you
agree with
m e?
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VACANT SIGN
mother dear lover
who distilled
such fear between
my life and love
i share with you
a tea cup of leaf
and read the bottom
portent futures bleed
a separation of life
mother i loved you
but your womb
has no vacant sign
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THE CALLING CARD (19th Century)
MY calling card you touched
a heavy stock and rough
that dream in stocking
those days a top hat
and knickers as much
the rules of etiquette
distribute upon my visits
that servant received
the card upon silver tray
and you would accept
my calling that day
if away that servant
would save my calling
and return I would —
another day
unless you sent to me
a card in envelope
and I would know then
a cold brush-off today
Such eloquence is lost
a great manner extinguished
but rare be the man today
that keeps tradition
a respect for women
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