Almost An Epitaph 5

Leery what the Judge would say
When he had taken Margery
Death devised an alibi:
'Your Honor, I was taking tea
With the devil in Capri
As he can surely testify.'

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93

What you believe is true
if you believe it sincerely;
what you believe's untrue
if enough people disagree;
critical mass is a gas, gas, gas.
everything's milieu.

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175

Gulped from the fist by the mouth
engulfed by the gut
spilled to the, tasting blood
the heart clenched it fist, while the crony brain
lit up like a fishing village.

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61

The ability of the young
to believe in a world regenerate
while monied interest prevails
is quite laughable
and only occasionally dangerous.
Few decline the option.

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111

Opera's ok
so far as it goes
but the real opera
everyone knows
is in the intermission.

Music's ok
so far as it goes
but the real music
I suppose
is in the silence.

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Epitaph102

Hail you Lords of Tartarus
Publius Aelius Hermolaus
Lyricist and comedian
Out of lofty Pergamum
Lived five and twenty years, but fell
To hectic in three days-farewell.

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178

Without an ounce of sentiment,
a kiss, a tear, a brush
of the hand, a backward glance;
then, in princely laughter
shatter glass, dance,
and live happily ever after.

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This Morning

This morning
on the train
a mouth so
troublingly wide
and eyes, in a flash,
there and gone;
that looked into mine
like flesh from flesh,
asunder torn, there
and gone

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Houri II

Morgan the parrot stares lovingly
at the yellow sunstream pooling in the bedspread
Will someone please tell him sunlight isn't water
and that his name is not Heraclitus.

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Water

Blue as the Danube
Yellow as mud
Green as the rashes
Red as the sun
Golden as gold is
Black as the night
But, owing, finally,
To the machinations of the Word,
Colorless.

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