Ode To The Montgolfier Brothers
levitating on Montgolfier gas
the first in flight came down too fast
from the colossal blue
but no man popped up
just a rooster, a sheep, and a duck
Ode To Saint Julian The Hospitalier
oh julian,
like adam through a savage mirror
blood scent caught on the wind, hooves tickling your ear,
you stood naked and muddy in a sylvan garden
gnashing your teeth at writhing beasts
salivating over wriggling masses at your feet
see now that the curse was only meet?
how else would you have found your way?
to altruism’s gain, a release from babylon’s chains
Ode To Erté
watch him fill a glass with sparkling glee
but madam turns her nose up at such things!
swaying slightly, all eyes on her politely
her head begins rising like curtains kiting
pivoting, sporting her elegant slippers
she glides away from monsieur
and his cloud of quippers
in the garden we find her alone, but not in distress
a doting crowd has migrated to gaze at her dress
and the fine lines floating down her velvet curves
that end curling as softly as a kitten can purr
Ode To Ivor Cutler
my birthday suit
should be big enough for two
one of me
one of you
but i’ll have to be very tall
or one of us quite small
maybe i can gain lots of weight
over the holiday
speak to the tailor, too
about my birthday suit
make it big enough for two
it’ll have to be double sewn
or we’ll burst the seams when we grow
and as easy to clean
when we get twice as dirty
my birthday suit
should be big enough for two
one of me
one of you
Ode To Alexander Selkirk
Seafaring deserter,
you disembarking hooligan,
wasn’t the galley fine?
asserting no worth
you made quick work
of being left behind
Don’t be afraid, castaway
years bow and blur like wet wood curves
and islanders who find shelter from time
feel that nothing ends, lost Christian
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