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Rag

Did you happen to see Rag,
China eyes under that shag?
He’s a dog with ragged fur
Very handsome, as it were.
Looks like he is patched together
Ragged tatter over tatter.
Shreds of fur over his eyes
Put his nose into disguise.
He’s all tangled as a fool
Like he’s freshly spun from wool.
But amazingly, this slobber
Is a cunning, practiced robber.
Loiters by the chicken coop
With his scruffy furry droop,
Waiting calmly for a hen
To lay eggs for him again,
Clucking happily as she
Makes a fresh egg instantly.
Since he’s been in this household
He has learnt a lot, I’m told,
And he crawls, at steady pace,
Slinks towards that hidden place,
Paw and muzzle through the hole,
And he swallows the egg whole!

“Where’s the egg?” Asked then the lady,
Of the house, “It’s gone—he ate it!”
“Wait a minute, I’ll unlearn you,
Of this rotten habit, too!
I will teach you not to steal.”—
So a hot egg was his meal.
But as soon as Rag chowed down,
He dropped it quickly with a frown
And swore with a big bow-wow. 

When he looks now at the hen—
Next door neighbor, in her pen—
Mutters Rag begrudgingly:
“Damn! She’s trickier than me!”

CLV

Forget my humble ilk, retain my type,

One tastes the fruit, and not the gilded stem
The pitchfork did my forefathers supply,

But I the quill, much heavier, I claim.

The purest proof of my ennoblement

Is your allowing me to love you more

Than mere friends, with passionate excitement

Reserved for the beloved you adore.

I celebrate my luck with hymns and chants,

And for the coronation I avow

Azure and rays and roses from the branch,

To braid with glory and adorn your brow:

My country’o’thoughts, dreams, senses, body, soul,
I now proclaim you king above them all.

Slowly

Lonely, lonely, lonely,
In a distant suite—
Innkeeper’s asleep,
Empty are the streets,
Lonely, lonely, lonely…

Raining, raining, raining,
Time to get real drunk—
And listen to the void,
–Melancholy funk,
Raining, raining, raining…

No one, no one, no one,
And I don’t give a damn—
For a long time, no one
Has known where I am
No one, no one, no one…

I tremble, tremble, tremble…
Irony—my fate
I leave up to you—
And the night is late,
I tremble, tremble, tremble…

Always, always, always,
Wandering, it seems
Won’t do anymore—
Frost over my dreams,
Always, always, always…

Lonely, lonely, lonely,
Time to get real drunk—
Hark the falling rain,
Melancholy funk!
Lonely, lonely, lonely…

PAEAN

What are you, A?
you, the most human and
the most absurd of letters,
oh, you, glorious sound!

With you I fight
towards you I hurl my entire being
like once the Achaeans the Trojan Horse
into Troy.

With you I sleep
only you I want
you charming whore
you desperate goddess!

You dance on my mouth
when I die and I am like
the soldier lifted and pushed from behind
by the growth of the grass to the sky;
and I want you to cease to exist
so I will be free of speech;
imaginary vagina, A, letter
pregnant with all letters

Not to choose, but to float,
go through rivers as through
immaterial rays,
whose banks are deaf ears.

Music oh you, with the claw
who drag my body above
the words
like the lamb grazing on grass and
snatched by the vulture.

A, you threatening ghost
who are you
and what do you want?

MY FAITH IS NOT IN JEHOVAH

My faith is not in Jehovah,
Nor in Buddha-Sakya-Muni,
Nor in life or death, not even
In extinction, like some loony.

All of them are but a dream,
And it’s all the same to me
Whether I will live forever,
Or I’ll die for all eternity.

All these many hallowed secrets
Language crumbs and broken thought—
Think about it all you want, for
Thinking, sadly, changes naught.

And because there’s really nothing
I believe in, let me be!
I will do as I will feel like,
And you’ll do as you agree.

You can’t try to sell me ‘classics’
Or a style that’s scrubbed pedantic,
I don’t care for any of it—
I will always stay romantic.

Jealousy

If you and I had never met
(Absolutely happenstance)
You’d have found perhaps romance
With some other guy, I bet.

If I hadn’t crossed your way
You’d have offered happily
To a stranger, not to me,
This affectionate display.

You’d most likely have a child
Who, (the idiot!) would look
Every cranny, every nook,
Like his dad, that imbecile.

And so…what a lucky chance
That the two of us should meet
And I’m happy and upbeat—
Absolutely happenstance!

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Uvedenrode

Gastropodists!

At the ravine Uvedenrodes
So many gastropods!
Suprasexual,
Supramusical.

Such clear rhapsodists
Ode-singing modistes
The skies are all scarves
Antennae in harps.

Uvedenrodes
Over time, over modes—
Palinodes!

The hour, crystalline,
Next to virgin Geraldine!

And through her arms—

Her lacy veil—
Flower of chain mail,

Icebergs with charms!

To the sacred sun—
This song, bar none.

Ordered spire,
Sound,
Fruit of a lyre,
Ending  paralogical
Cradle mythological,
From the high spheres
You appear:
Oh knave of wave
Over the cavalcade,
The cave over it in an arcade!

Self contained lust,
A girl with a bust
Slides, but just
Once, then she slides
Twice, then nine times,
Until she feels
Light shivers and thrills
Until you spin her,
Gastropodal blur;

Until into many
Attentive antennae
You lower her down:

Like a pendulum rocks,
A useless box,
Under times,
Under modes,
In Uvedenrodes.