In homage to Dorothy Parker on her birthday:
Such edge as I had
When I was a lad
Was all dissipated
As my waistline inflated
Dorothy Parker’s birthday
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Rhyme, this time
I know you might say
Upon glancing my way,
“If you’re such a poet,
Why don’t you show it?
There’s not a rhyme anywhere
In your usual fare,”
And for this I extend my apology.
I offer this sop
To prove I’m no fop
In the hope you’ll accept
That at rhyme I’m adept.
To ensure that you’ll like it,
With humor I’ll spike it,
And fill it with gosh and oh, golly, gee.
Burma Shave
Paris, 15:42
Stuck.
A small desire
(coffee, maybe pastry)
A Herculean labor.
Such histrionics,
A drama worthy of greatness,
And I, jet-lagged, ordinary at best,
Blindly stabbing.
Yet, it arrives:
Mousse au chocolat
Crème brûlée
Je n’sais quoi
And coffee,
A small, unassuming demi-tasse,
Ordnance as yet
Unexploded.
On cabbages
I dreamt Barriss Mills was Ogden Nash…
Oh, so round and hard to please
Rather like enormous peas
Big leathery living flaps
Curled about like sailors’ caps
Neither dry nor fully wet,
And green, so very green, and yet,
Despite the sheerness of their mass
Who knew inside was so much gas?
My life story
The cardinal chases
Sparrows and finches
Bounding ‘round the feeder
A lively dance of perfect timing
In swoops the red-bellied woodpecker
Feeder all a-sway
Husks and birds flying off
Red-belly looks around in wonderment
“Where’d everybody go?”
exiles child 