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Thursday, August 12, 2021

Seconal-Amendment (Unpub)

“TSE won’t eat my peach.”
(Prufrock! Prufrock!)
Mermaids yodel each to each:
O, Prufrockaye!.
 
“Holmes conceit…? A copper beech.”
(Sherlock! Sherlock!)
Watson blogs but doesn’t preach:
O, Sherlockaye!
 
Firearms with barrel breech…?
Flintlock! Flintlock!
Background checks…? ‘Tis overreach:
O, Flintlockaye!
 
Find we failure to impeach…?
Hemlock! Hemlock!
Poison the repellent leech!
O, Hemlockaye!

She Saw an Actor (Unpub)

She saw an actor playing Lear
upon a black-box stage.
Which actor
then attack’d her,
crying, “Till your cheeks crack, rage!”
 
She spied a brewer using hops
to modify his malt.
Which brewer
tried to screw her,
crying, “It’s your own damn fault.”
 
She saw a builder raising roof beams
for a pine-log house.
Which builder
nearly kill’d her
when she fail'd to iron his blouse.
 
She eyed a butcher chopping steaks,
a cleaver in each hand.
Which butcher
tried to putsch her,
having sliced her thyroid gland.
 
She saw a broker packaging
some questionable debt.
Which broker
tried to choke her
when she queried, “Gross or net…?”
 
She spied a choirmaster
leading choristers in song.
Which schmuck
went on to fuck her.
Don’t this shit know right from wrong…?
 
She saw a doctor when she’d gotten
gangrene in her toe.
Which doctor
‘lectric shock’d her
when she told him, “Doctor: No!”
 
She eyed a draper cutting yard goods –
buntings, braids, brocades.
Which draper
tried to rape her –
oh, he’s mounted many maids.
 
She saw an etcher burnishing
a graven copper plate.
Which etcher
tried to stretch her
‘cross an unforgiving grate.
 
She spied a farmer harvesting
blood oranges and limes.
Which farmer
tried to harm her –
and succeeded, sev’ral times.
 
She fled a grocer galling her
(she’d claim’d his yams were jokes).
Which grocer/lout
then gross’d her out:
he show’d his artichokes.
 
She eyed a wand’ring herder
of Charmoise, attired in plaid.
Which herder
tried to murder her.
(This herder hurt her…bad.)
 
She spotted an investor
buying shares and selling stocks.
Molest her this
investor did,
while crying, “Nasdaq rocks!”
 
She spied a jock who hemm’d and haw’d,
“The gals I like…? Good sports.”
Which jock
left her in shock
once he had handed back her shorts.
 
She saw a Kaiser – Bill by name –
whose German sounded Dutch.
Which Kaiser
told her lies. (Her
mom had cautioned her of such.)
 
She eyed a lawyer leaving court,
a man of odd beliefs,
which lawyer then annoy’d her
when he tried to lift her briefs. 
 
She saw a miller grinding grain,
his mortar sharply filed.
Which miller
tried to drill her –
with that self-same mortar. Wild!
 
She spied a neighbor who had stencil’d
“Brillig!” on his van.
Which neighbor
will outgrabe her,
being quite the Carroll fan.
 
She saw an organ grinder
with a monkey on a chain.
The kind who’d
try to blind ‘er
if she dubb’d his act insane.
 
She eyed a planter sowing corn
(that strain preferr'd by swine),
which planter 
sowed his banter
where the sun refused to shine.
 
She saw a Quaker with a hat,
the kind called wideawake,
which Quaker 
proved a taker:
her virginity he'd take.
 
She spied a ranger, Texas-type,
with badge and gun and drawl, 
which ranger 
proved a danger
when he breach'd her border wall.

She saw a rapper, heard his rap,
ignored his tragic flaw --
which rapper, 
although dapper,
black'd her eye and broke her jaw.
 
She eyed a sailor on the docks,
no older than a boy,
which sailor 
tried to nail her
as he shouted, "Ship ahoy!"
 
She saw a tinker with a cart,
a peddler at her door.
This tinker! 
Must he think her
lacking knowledge of the score...?
 
She spied an undertaker,
necrophilia his thing.
Which undertaker 
wish'd to break her 
cherry. (How right-wing!)
 
She saw a voter standing 
in a line of sev'ral blocks.
Which voter 
went and show’d her
how to stuff a ballot box.
 
She eyed a writer typing 
on a vintage Smith-Corona.
Which writer tried to bite her
as he vitalized his boner.

She saw a xebec seaman
standing on the seawall peein.'
Which seaman shot his semen
where it had no bus'ness bein.'
 
She spied a yegg, repentent --
hear him whisper, "mea culp'"...?
Which yegg attack’d her leg…
and then her thigh...and then her...
(Gulp!)
 
She saw a zealot. Radical,
this cove was not a coward.
Which zealot smelt like hell: it
was three weeks since last he'd shower'd. 

SIX XIS (Unpub)

≡ ≡ ≡ ≡ ≡ ≡
 
     See the
lineup above, some six
letters in Greek…? Each ‘n’
ev’ry last one of ‘em’s
xi.
     What you’re
reading’s a text which de-
scribes ‘em as such. Are they
xis…? You bet! Take it from
me.
     But just
flip the device you are
viewing ‘em on – be it
laptop or tablet…or
phone –
     upside
down, through one hundred and
eighty degrees! (Works as
well with a Dell stand a-
lone.)
     You’ll soon
find you’ll continue to
readily read ‘em as
xisand they’ll still number
six.
     (Are you
fond of phenomenal
folderol, friend…? Let me
show you some similar
schticks.*)
 
    * Such as that IX XI is but one
Latin-language designation for 9/11.
 
*   *   *   *   *    
 
S  W  I  M  S
 
If, on whichever device you are viewing the word above,
you should rotate the screen 180 degrees, you’ll discover
that that word will appear exactly as prior to the rotation.
 
S  I  S

Moreover, if you once again flip your device while staring at 
the word just above this text, a similar experience will ensue. 
In addition, you’ll see the word is spelt the same backwards 
as forwards.

Soulfeggio (Unpub)

DO...,
singin'
DO-RE...,
singin'
DO-RE-MI.
     SI-
MI-DO-DO
wad sing
DO-RE-MI...?
 
     Queen
LA-TI-FA,
singin'
MI-FA,
     love
MI-DO-DO
wad sing
DO-RE-MI.
 
     Franklin's
FA-LA…?
he sing
LA-LA.
     He,
de LA-FA
smokin’
RE-FA,
     eat
FA-LA-FA
wid
MI-DO-DO
wad sing
DO-RE-MI.
 
     SI-
SI-LA-TI…?
She sing
FA-TI,
DO-SI-DOin'
on de
SO'-FA,
     read
“Fo' DO-LA”
to MI-DO-DO
wad sing
DO-RE-MI.
 
     SI
G. SOL-TI,
singin'
DO-TI...?
     Play
de LA-DO
wid
Ms. SI-LA,
     eat
RE-SO'-DO
wid
MI-DO-RE
an' LA-RE-DO
(he SO'-SO'-RE),
     tellin'
all de lad
an' LA-SI
'bou' MI-DO-DO
wad sing
DO-RE…
     'bou' MI-DO-DO
wad sing
DO-RE-MI.
 
     DO-SOL-
DO-SI
sing
SOL-SOL-SI
     feel
SOL-SOL SOL
singin'
FA-DO:
     DO-RE-LA-DO-
DO-RE-LA-DO...
singin’
DO-RE-MI.
 
     Auxerre's
RE-MI
sing
DO-TI-MI,
     go fo'
SOL-LA
out in
SI-MI:
    TI-LA-TI-MI-
LA-SI-MI-MI.
 
     Boheme's
MI-MI,
singin'
SI-MI,
     bus'
de SI-SOL
she
SOl-MI-TI:
     SOL-FA-SI-TI-
FA-SOL-TI-TI.
 
     Roscoe
(“FA-TI”)
sing
FA-LA-TI,
     eat
de SI-TI,
swat
de TSE-TSE:
     SI-LA-SOL-FA-
MI-RE-DO.
 
     SI Juan
TI-SOL…?
He no
DO-MI.
     TV’s
FA-SI
hug
his LA-MI.
 
     G. DO-
RE, he 
etch 
pitcha
    fo' de
Uris novel
MI-LA.
 
     Marshal
TI-DO
jus' say
SI-SI
     who say
RE-MI-FA-SOL-LA.

     Even
LA-SI
singin'
FA-SI
     wid
fren' TI-MI
singin' SI-MI
     fresh from
skiin'
on Lake
TI-TI
     twirl
de
LA-SO –
very
RE-SI.

     Every-
body love
MI-DO-DO
     wad' sing
DO…
wad' sing
DO-RE.
     Every-
body love
MI-DO-DO
     wad' sing
DO-RE-MI!

Losts & Founds: An ABC

     The Lost Ark Careless Hebrews lost the Ark  but Jones, a gentile, found it --  along with half a dozen nasty  Nazis runnin' 'ro...