Prosopogostich on Christian Morgenstern

 Not unpleasant to know...? Mr. Morgenstern,
ever yearning for depths, never shallows.
That dolts pooh pooh his po’ms makes my organs churn:
songsmiths loved Christian’s "Songs of the Gallows."
Though they netted him less than most Gorgons earn,
ev’ry Galgenlied silliness hallows,
as do all lyrics penn’d by Herr Morgenstern.
(Christian also wrote essays et al. prose.)

In Error

Alphabetical Order Errors in (What Else?) Alphabetical Order (in progress)

A’s for ‘a little bit’ under ‘the weather.’
B’s for ‘bassoon sounding’ lower than ‘flute.’
C’s for ‘conducting my’ post ‘mortem, Mortimer.’
D? ‘Desire’ under ‘the elms’ – no dispute.

E is for ‘eggs (three, farm-fresh)’ over ‘easy.’
F is for ‘far’ above ‘Cuyoga’s waters.’
G is for ‘get thee’ behind ‘me, Sir Satan.’
‘H’ before ‘B…U…T”? Pun's magna mater's. 

(a work in progress) 

Sid & Emoji

Sid Seizure & Emoji Coca

List of 20 Names Proposed for Volume of Verse Earmarked for Reading While in Bathroom -- Subtitled "Verses for John"

Lavastories    Throne Rumors    Odes de Commodes    Bog Ballades
Latrine Keens     Potty Po'try     Johnny Jingles     "Can"tatas 
Privy Po'ms     Head Lines     Toiletunes     Loollabies 
RestRhymes     CrappaRap     Gents Room Gingles     Hymnal d'Ur'nal
W. C. Shanties     Dunny Ditties     Brascorale     KhaziKarols

Amerindian Adages

Amerindian Adages

"When his arrow's too narrow,"
Apaches observe, 
"where's the brave who'll behave
with the requisite nerve?"

"When our clans hatch no plans,"
keen Comanches declare,
"a chief’s daughter courts slaughter –
and death without hair."

Notwithstanding Elk’s* efforts 
with soothsayer's sticks,
any finely fletch’d feather
wet weather predicts.
     * Not the more famous Black Elk
but his fellow Oglala called simply
Elk. Both men toured with Buffalo
Bill's Wild West in 1887.

"Gitche Manitou gives us
proportionate rope --
hemp to hang ourselves with,"
hold the Hopi. (They cope.)

"Building igloos takes ice,"
elder Inuits drawl;
Jemez* chiefs note, “Al fresco
takes nothing at all.”
      * Pronounced "HEY-mesh." 

"Our kayaks need keels,"
goes an ancient Kaw fable,
"like lunch on the lawn
needs a one-legged table." 

"March a mile in my moccasins,"
Mashpees assert,
“lest you never know nowt
'bout the nature of hurt."

“Once bitten, twice shy,”
say the Osage’s sages.
“Who’s tooth-prick’d three times
is a fool for the ages.”.

“Quick! Picture a number!”
This old Quapaw saw
bodes the run of papooses
you’ll sire with each squaw.

There’s a Seminole saying goes
something like this:
“When the peace pipe’s de trop,
give the pow-wow a miss.”

There used to be Utes
who knew ev’ry Ute dictum.
Oy vay! All turn’d out
to be obiter fictum.

The wise Winnebago chief
whispers, “Smoke tea
if you’d be ke’oke’o-
(e)xtra)-kanaka-free!”*
     * ‘Ke’oke’o kanaka’ is Hawaiian for
‘white man.’ Waukesha (Winnebago
stomping ground) is admittedly a ways
further than an arrow’s flight from
Waikiki, but only if audiences won’t
allow for some poetaster’s license.)

"The Yurok’s from Vegas,
so that’s why a Yurok
knows zilch ‘bout a kayak."
(And zip 'bout a currach.)

Six Potus Tweets (Once Subconscious, Thus Left Untweeted) or I Know What I Know

"...I love The Stars ‘n’ Stripes. I love ‘em. Billowing or Furled.
I know much more about The Flag than anyone in the world..."

"...I love The Mind. I love the Brain Stem. Love the Frontal Lobe.
I know much more about The Mind than anyone on the globe..."

"...I love Christianity. The Cross. The Virgin Birth.
I know much more about The Lord than anyone on earth..."

"...I love Mineralogy. Love Quartz. Love Tuff. Love Granite.
I know much more about The Rock than anyone on the planet..."

"...I love the Giant Panda Bear. I love its Black Eyes, Paws, Nose…
I know much more about The Bear than anyone in the cosmos..." 

(I love the Lie. I love the Guile. I love Prevarication.
I know much less about The Truth than anyone in creation.)

Out With '18, In With '19

Though our losses outnumber our wins
and our forfeitures outpace our pins
and our outs have the jump on our ins,
once again, the megillah* begins.
     * Some mss show "Armageddon" here.
Which reading will prove definitive? As Lucky
says in Waiting for Godot, …"time will tell...
quaquaqua…"

Two Poems

Love Poem 

Do you love me?
Yes.
Do you?
Yes.
Do! 
Yes! 

Lust Poem

Speak now
or forever
hold your piece!

Eggcentric Artists

Classeggs: Coroet, Caviareggio, El Greggo, Leonardo d'Oeufinci, Meggalangelo
Romanteggs: Ceggsanne, Eggkins, Roedin, Monegg, Toulouse-Lautregg, Van Eggogh, Deggas 
Fresh Eggs: Jeggson Pollock, Robert Roeufsenberg, Lucian Fried, Aleggsander Coddler, Joan Miroe, Roy Leggtenstein, Norman Roeckwell, Salvador Dalegg, Marc Cheggall, Rene Meggritte, Dieggo Roeufira, Friedegg Kahlo, Pablo Peggasso, Georges “Eggo” Keefe

Shakespurious or First-Night Folderol

New drama traces production mix-up surrounding “Get Out Drumpf Vote” support package and "Get Out, Drumpf!" impeachment ballot initiative: 
“Ass You Lick” Kit

In this slapstick comedy, self-styled King of Beasts tweets on and on -- and on -- about all and nothing. 
Simba, Lyin’

Leading actor unleashes pre-dawn tweet shitstorm as sports teams shun Rose Garden photo ops. 
The Trump, Piss’d

In a one-hander, evil Treasury Secretary skims sizeable stash, then exits stage right. 
Mnuchin Do But Nuttin’

Series of tableaux portrays protagnonist's despicable offspring. 
Rich Heirs? They're Turds

Tragedy strikes as golden toilets simultaneously back up in Drumpf Tower bathrooms. 
King’s Johns

No synopsis available for: 
Kinky Leer, Oaf Fellow, “Cor! He’s All Anus!” or Comedy of “Hair”rrors?

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