Monthly Archives: Nov 2020

Let’s talk about Diogenes

who would frequently take his ease

by reclining in a barrel

as his only street apparel

to guard him from the Winter breeze

but chose to leave the cask unlined

resisting offers from the kind

devotees of his words who might

offer him shelter for the night

despite the fact that he was blind

I’d like to tell you of my love

for the rainbow-breasted shrieking dove

if I was able to make a choice

I would remove it’s awful voice

if only he who was designing birds

gave it a call that could not be heard

Galileo tried

to view the meaning of life

through a microscope

In contemplating

the ebb and flow of your breath

finding harmony

Christie’s fine arts auction Lot 192

Enslaved trolls at daybreak, in Cubist style.

Artist unknown (likely to remain so)

We all flew into the country

To find a palace fit for a Queen

Immediately I saw the building

I rushed home to tell what I’d seen

Then there was such a frenzy

As everyone started to prepare

The next day as the sun came up

Our Queen and suitors took to the air

As they followed me I felt so proud

Of the new home I myself had found

If their first task was

Heal a divided nation

Are they up to it.

The yellow tape intrigued me

I had to see what was within

But the only thing that I could see

Was Death’s macabre grin

The concert was a great success

Just a few initial hiccups

Lead guitarist had no pickup

His mind was in its usual mess

Thinking what riffs would most impress

To make the crowd as one, exhale

In one long, frenzied, drawn out wail

Of adulation at his skill

Guaranteed everyone to thrill

Like all Rock Gods, he couldn’t fail