the living room, the kitchen and the hall
adorned by men of salt and pepper hair.
Now I could be the Kaiser
or young Adolf in suit,
some older and wiser,
even Mozart cum flute.
It’s the curse of our nation
we must have on our walls,
as a bold decoration
not the portraits of dolls
but of those who were chosen
dressed in army attire,
with a smile that is frozen
but the eyes full of fire.
You ask why such traditions,
my reply be astute:
Let those men call the missions,
we are here to salute.
And with the patience of the Sculptor of Milò,there ventured Eros into Venus bearing seed.In the Heavens all ye Gods had looked away,toward Mars whose Rhea Sylvie pulled it home.This communion in the breeze of Inos Baycreated Romulus and Remus. And then Rome.Note:Ida is the mountain where the first copulation of notetook place.
On the way to the cellarshe ran into a fellerHe then helped her because of her tits.Took her arm and he felt her left titas a first-born and well-brought up Brithe had never felt suchvelvet warmth to the touchthen he stumbled, fell into the shit.When the sirens at last screamed all clearand like smoke rings…
A poet is a a writer who is vain,Potemkin engineer of his own soul.
of laundry workers andaccounting 101, to ascertainthat nought is left behindto shoot an arrow into lustwhich has been seenby those concernedas ad infinitum.
His cellar guarded by two Spaniels,was filled with ten year old Jack Daniels.So, in the evening he woulddress up in robe and outdoor hoodand wander to the House of God.Not one observer found this oddas, clearly they could see him carrythe Bible, leather-bound by Mary.And so it was, by all assumed,that this well-dressed and neatly…
attending to them just as iflife itself would cease to be.I always fret, because of fearthat, somehow I may notbe up to it, to slay the dragonsin the raging sea.Harsh words escape at speed,they travel so unerringlyand find her lovely ears,ring tones that never fail.A tiny tear had squeezed itselfout of her leading lacrimal, the…
