Socksrates: A Pseudo-Psyllogism with Accompanying Portrait -- Another Composite of Verse & Image in the Ongoing Series "Men of the Cloth"

"Socksrates"
Cotton compression socks 
and chemical marker on canvas
16" x 20"

Socksrates! Socksrates! 

Rocks it in the BCEs.

Orthotics...? Not the expertise 

of Socksrates!

Socksrates! Socksrates! 

No drachma-by-the-dozen geez.

The unexamined life displeas-

es Socksrates.

Socksrates! Socksrates! 

“Know thyself!”’s among Sock's pleas.

Ditto “Let not fascia freeze!" 

(Br-r-r-r-r-r... Socksrates!)

Socksrates! Socksrates! 

Mocks PlateHo* Sock's analyses...?

Herr 'Arristweedle** disagrees 

with Sock's spondees.

Socksrates! Asks Socksrates, 

"Hey, Plateho! Pass that pithos, please."
Still, Doctor Socks possesses keys 

to subsequent philosophies.

     [And now. allow a brief reprise:]

Socksrates! Socksrates! 

Rocks it in the BCEs.

Orthotics...? Not the expertise 

of Socksrates.

 

     * A younger contemporary of Socksrates who 

recorded much of his mentor's teaching. His portrait, 

in Crayolas and paper plates on 16" x 20" canvas, 

appears in the Textile Museum's exhibition 

"Men of the Cloth."
     ** Later Greek philosopher 'Arristweedle's 

portrait, also appearing in that show, is in acrylics 

over a Donegal wool sport coat mounted on 

16" x 20" canvas.

Song of the Bluegrass, Red State Voter

Senator Collins to Leader McConnell

as Sue saunters Senate halls: “So!  

On this witness thing…? You’ve got my vote. But…I want you to 
do me a favor tho’…”

Senator Romney to Senator Mitch

(Mitch be Mitt’s Senatorial bro):

“Re: ‘no witnesses,’ Mitch...? Count me in! But…I want you to 

do me a favor tho’…”

Lisa Murkowski to Leader McConnell:

“l’d not -- for the world! -- be your foe.

As to witnesses, let's us be friends. But…I want you to 

do me a favor tho’…”

Me…? I’d interrogate Leader McConnell:

“I’m hearing this phrase ‘quid pro quo.’

Now I’ve got one for you. Your sweet Senate gig…? Through! ‘Less you 

do me a favor tho’…”

Poetrait of Ulysses Poe

More than wordsmith,

less than poet.

Poetaster…?

Don’t you know it!

The Cheese Stands Alone (But Not Before Spilling the Beans)

Gautama the Buddha briefs Pablo Neruda.
Etudes from Neruda clue Hebrews in Judah.
Judeans have words with one very old Gouda.
The Gouda confesses to you.

The Mother of Jesus files pleas with a rhesus.
The rhesus reports to that chap who makes cheeses.
(What doesn't asphyxiate finally frees us:
the cheeses reveal this to you.) 

The Devil's boy Lucius advises Confucius.
Confucius makes mention to Lyndon LaRouche. (Is
it true that "LaRou," in a sequence of swooshes,
tells you…? Nope: it's roux who does…nu…?

Reeseceipts With Her Spoon: An Anticipant Resume with Accompanying Portrait -- One Composite of Image & Verse in the Ongoing Series "Material Girls"

"Reeseceipts With Her Spoon"
paper purchase vouchers, chemical marker, colored pencils
and a plastic tableware utensil on canvas
16" x 20"

She’d play Mays in September,

play Aprils in June.

She'd play even an August:

Reeseceipts With Her Spoon.

She’d play Eva Peron.*

(She once play’d Lorna Doone.)

Would she play Mrs. Lovett,**

Reeseceipts With Her Spoon...?

     * In "Evita"

     ** In "Sweeney Todd"

Play Eliza in “Hamilton” 

she would...and croon.

Play Christine in “The Phantom”*:

Reeseceipts With Her Spoon.

     * He "...of the Opera"

She'd play Lady Macbeth,

Kate in “Zamung die Shrew'n."

She'd play Juliet, too, would

Reeseceipts With Her Spoon.

She could play Rose in "Gypsy"
though rather'd play June...
or "be great"* as Louise, would
Reeseceipts With Her Spoon.
     * As sung in "Everything's 
Coming Up Roses" from that musical

Mother Cour-…AND the children…?

The whole damn platoon!

One aspiring starlet's

Reeseceipts With Her Spoon.

(More "Reeseceipts" verses 
to come: a work in progress)

Spooner the Cat

Cats in baskets. Meow! Me-e-e-ow-w-w! 
Basques in caskets...? Ciao, Bilbao!
     Moral:
Felix the Catalan's 
throat's all through rattlin.'

Spoonin' with the Stars: Mix & Mae

The mother of cowpoke Tom Mix
is a suicide bomber: Mom ticks!
     Moral:
Bomb! Bomb! (Thankyou, Mom.)
Post "See me" from steamy Mae West:
"All that woo leaves my booty wa-a-a-ay mess'd."
     Moral:
Be careful what you dish for.

Spooner Ma Mere

That Anser'd frails tell rhyming tales
I evidence adduce.
I've best -- by fah! -- found Ma Mere l'Oye 
(in English: Mother Goose).
But when Ma's reindeer's mane's too plain 
and up it's look I'd spruce,
I mousse that mane as, once again,
I holler, "Goth 'er Moose!"
     Moral #1:
Mother doesn't always know beast.
     Moral #2:
Why doesn't my moose 
sing as well as thy moose,
no matter how much I shell'd out for it.

Spoonin' Somewhere West of Phatantha...

StradiPuss -- on patio, deck or veranda --
with viol or viola...? The Cat and the Fiddle.
Fastest pistola from here to Phatantha
who'll out-six-gun Sundance...? The Phatantha Kid'll.
     Moral (part A):
Shane ain't comin' back...
Atop far Saturn's satellites
(in Mother-Goose-type tunes),
the feat they treat is Milky White's
as Cow Jumps Over Moons.
The Chairman leapfrogs high above
(where dishes split with spoons)
Jim Crow, Ol' Corn Meal, Mr. Bones...
as Mao jumps over coons.
     Moral (part B):
...and Mutha Goose be black.

Spooner Root Beer Float, Walk and Chew & Hands Across

Jerk squirts: soda-fountain treat.
Tush hurts; "so does" pair of feet.
One line enshrines a root beer float.
The second whines, "Ow! Foot/rear bloat."
     Moral:
The (sweet) tooth hurts.
Walk and chew gum: doing both is required.
Gawk and woo, chum! (And in neither get mired!)
     Moral:
Either/or is such a bore.
"Hands across water"...? 
Fragment of Beatlesong (merest of smidgens).
"Wands than cross...? Hotter!":
Magic's more "in" than be Christian religions.
     Moral:
Born again...? Nope: Norns your yen.

A Spoonful of M(i)LK

Martin Luther King: 
Mohan Gandhi-like figure: 
his God keeps an eye on the sparrow.
     Cartin' Luthier Ming...? 
Mongo's maker of mandos 
demands, "Wheel me 'bout in your barrow!"
     Moral:
The People of Clay: ofay...? Or au fait...?