Houri
Morgan, the parrot, little grey houri,
flaps and shreiks on his perch-
He mistakes the eddy of sunlight on the bedspread
for a shallowyellow pool and wants to take a bath.
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Doggerelle
To market, to market
Without a great sack
Of cotton or muslin
To tote your truck back
Is selfish and stupid
And decimates trees
And generates plastic
So pack one in, please.
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Valeria
Furfica Galene and Curtius
Diadoumenos, man and wife
raised this tomb
over gentle Valeria
who served them first as bond
then freed woman
in consideration of
her great merit.
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Then And Now
My youthful mornings overflowed with joy,
the nights with tears. But now the years
bring fraught with doubt the dawn of every day,
Blessed and blissful night's dark descent.
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Illusions
When your illusions are gone your life is through
Mine not entirely-I've still got a few.
If you don't mind, if you have the time
I am more than delighted to tell them to you.
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Multiple Choice: God
God: please choose only one
1) exists and lives in heaven
2) does not exist and lives in heaven
3) is a very busy man, but exists
4) is in the details
5) all of the above
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106
'Her lips were like the dewy rose'
'Meaning, I suppose,
She pricked you moistly when she kissed you.'
'Her teeth of pearls, rare'
Meaning that they were,
Excellent but few.'
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Almost An Epitaph
Eluded by Elizabeth
Stung and chastened, jealous Death
(who had some business in LA)
On riding out to Monterey
Was heard to say, beneath his breath
'I didn't want her anyway.'
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Almost An Epitaph 6
Seducing little Sarabeth
A penitent and teary Death
Struck the ground and bitterly
Bewailed his wretched lechery
Before he stretched the pretty fool
Among the violets, to cool.
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101
'Why are you so different, Socrates, from your peers? '
Because, unlike most, I know I nothing know.'
Ideas abound in the minds of men, although
Few realize they are mere ideas.
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