I. From “Oh, Hell,
Dolly!”
The quality of mercy is not
strain’d:
your
doll's left knee must, surely, Miss, be drain’d,
lest Dolly live to
joint discomfort chain’d.
II. From “Christopher
Rodney King
Saying His Prayers”
Friends,
Romans, countrymen: lend me your ears!
I'm loath to shun
thee, then tend Eeyore's tears:
Pooh’s, too…? Can't we
just get along, my dears…?
III. From “Bill (Not
Tell) Mispells 'Marcel’”
Buff'lo
Bill's defunct, who used to ride...
"Enough!" goes
Will; he thrusts his Proust aside.
"Not Dr. J.,*
Marsell (sic): Mr. Hyde!"
* One Henry Jekyll, not the NBA’s Julius Erving
IV. From “The Accident-Prone Tourist”
Midway on
the journey of our life...
skid (a wrong right turn...?) and shove your wife,
whose gams docs grant
a gurney. (Troubl'n' strife!)
V. From “Missin’ ‘im
A’ready”
Now I lay
me down to sleep: I pray,
somehow, some way around
this creep I may
detour, and --
dammit! – ditch this dweeb, okay…?
VI. From “Recess or
Recession…?”
Nel mezzo
del cammin di nostra vita.
Huge debts…? Don't tell! I'm into Kraft Velveeta,
whose pleth'ra
plumps pair’d pockets of my pita.
VII. From “Autumn Hazing”
The force
that through the green fuse drives the flower,
of
course, with blue-green genes, arrives quite sour.
(Good God! This gunk grows grues'mer by the hour.)
VIII. From “‘The 'I'm Dead!’
Zone”
It is
the bes’ of times; it is the worst...
my biz be "mess wid rhymes":
it’s dis 'head' first --
then 'ped-', then
‘bread,' then ‘thread,' 'then wed'... (I’m curs’d!)
IX. From “November Song”
Sing,
goddess, of Achilles' ru'nous wrath.
"Cape Cod has, Love,
grown chilly: do the math!
Hull hath no heat; the Heath,
however, hath."
X. From “Gee! O. D.,
Dammit!”
Because
I could not stop for Death, he kind-
ly does. Why
should I drop the meth I find…?
Fee, fie! My fix…? Unfound. Fuck! What a
bind!
XI. From “The Raven
& the ProdiGuy”
Upon a
midnight dreary, while I pondered,
my son -- damn kid! (and queer) my pile he squander’d.
(Though Blitz'd I've been before,
till now not Donder'd.)
XII. From "Leave 'E(l)m
Alone!"
Though
much I've travell’d in the
realms of gold,
as such, I have
not winnow'd elms this old.
(Dutch Elm Disease...? I
wish I'd not been told.)
XIII. From “Semi-Sonnets
For Seniors, Verse 90”
Gather
rosebuds while ye may, Old Timer!
Her wrath, thou
knows, is vile. Ye'd play the rhymer
but dis the Muse:
indeed, ye'd nickl' ‘n' dime 'er.
XIV. From “Same Again!”
Do not go
gentle into that good night...?
You've got
to. An', when gin's this flat, you're right
to've skipp’d the
black ‘n’ tans: pour Black & White!
XV. From “Hughie The Hun
& The Menagerie”
If you can
keep your head when all about you
keep toucans, sheep, rye
bread, a mawl...then shout, Hugh...!
(We'd hoped to
hear much more from you -- you kraut, you.)
XVI. From “A Magus Among
Us”
I must go
down to lonely seas again,
nor trust no
clown who'll only sneeze (cayenne!)
whilst foolin' with his
brew-fill’d fountain pen.
XVII. From “The Ballade
Of Long Lizzie”*
To be or
not to be: that is the quest.
Who's she…? Our
hottest B-girl -- Liz: the best...!
Cures common colds,
catarrhs...she'll rub your ████ chest!
* One of the Rippers canonical five victims.
For more on Liz, cf. "Pin One on the Ripper" below.
XVIII. From “Peegiad, Canto
LIX”
Onward half
a league, on half a league...
Our swan's (don't laugh)
intrigue; our calf's fatigue...
...show'r God's felicidad 'pon
SeƱor Peeg.*
* Senor Beeg Peeg, that is, porcine CEO
of Hogmalion.com
XIX. From “Pin One on the Ripper”
Is this a dagger which
I see before me…?
I'll
"kiss" each hag or witch, banshee or whore -- me,
vile Stride* --
with such a shiv! Who'll dare ignore me…?
* Elizabeth Stride, one of the Ripper's canonical
five victims. For more on
Elizabeth, cf. "The Ballade of Long
Lizzie" above.
XX. From “Burn, Bubbe, Burn!”
Whose woods
these are I think I know. Her house, side porch,
her goods, her car (a
pink Toyota) dowse, then torch
I would --
with gas I'd burn the lot. I live to scorch!
XXI. From “Scarlett's
Pimp…? Or Nell's…?”
The quality
of mercy is not strain’d...
So, Doll: Let's see yer
purse. Mein Gott! 'Tis stain’d...
Yer nylons...? Torn. Yer whol' expression's pain’d!
XXII. From “Gnutopia”
In Xanadu
did Kublai Khan a state
of panda,
cuckoo, gnu and swan create.
(Who dwells in Lower Hutt can well relate.)
XXIII. From “Quiet,
Basquiat!”
I saw the
best minds of my generation
guffaw as, bless’d with
gloves (size ten) and Haitian
snuff boxes, many left
my island nation.
XXIV. From “Clothes
Whores”
O do you
know the muffin man…? In muf-
-ti new -- behold!
-- Sir Muffin pans such stuff --
whilst
Madame Muffin just can't get enough.
XXV. From "Here Comes the Judgement"
Gonna take a sentimental
jur-
-y drawn from Quaker men. I'll then, rest sure,
appeal your case, acquittal to secure.
XXVI. Be aware. Stay soft and
round. Let go...
XXVII. Nothing could be finer
than to be...
XXVIII. Let's go then, you and
I, when evening's spread
XXIX. Tommy, Tom the piper's
son; he stole...
XXX. Amazing grace, how sweet
the sound, that saved...
XXXI. Mary, Mary, quite
contrary; how...
XXXII. Oh beautiful for
spacious skies, for am-...
XXXIII. Shall I compare thee to
a summer's day...?
XXXIV. On either side the river
lie long fields...
XXXV. Of man's first
disobed'ence, and the fruit...
XXXVI. I will arise and go to
Innisfree...
XXXVII. Drink to me, but only
with thine eyes...
XXXVIII. The curfew tolls the
knell of parting day...
XXXIX. Stop all the clocks, cut
off the telephone...
XLI. Had we but world enough,
and time, coy la(y)-...
XLII. All hail to thee, blithe
spirit! Bird thou weren't...
XLIII. I wandered lonely
as a cloud that floats...
XLIV. Tyger! Tyger! Tyger
burning bright...
XLV. The boy stood on the
burning deck; his feet...