I sweat
in a powerful vision
The white goddess
She play a fast fiddle
She cry shake it
like sweet & hot
scream like a wind
moan like a flood
& we gone rob death!
I watch you
& you all mad with it.
Dance Figure
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Alphabet, Schmalphabet – B, b
Billy blew a bubble
With a piece of bubblegum.
Betty blew a bubble too.
Baby wanted some.
Baby chewed and Baby blew
Bit by bit by bit by bit;
The bubble grew, and grew… and grew…
Baby wouldn’t quit.
One day Baby’s got to stop
Or else that bubble has to pop.
The Crow and the Cat
A crow don’t care
Who knows he’s there.
He caws all day.
Got lots to say:
What’s that?
Who goes?
See that!
Want those!
A crow’s a racket in a tree
For all the world to hear and see.
A cat won’t share
The fact she’s there.
She’ll be where she
Decides to be:
She lies
In wait;
Claws sharp,
Tail straight.
A cat’s a shadow in the grass
You’ll barely notice as you pass.
I saw the cat an hour ago
About the time I heard the crow.
And now I do not see the cat.
And now it’s quiet. Funny, that.
The Lost Sailors
All the sailors lost at sea
Are with the mermaid clan
Enjoying mussels by the shoals
Vacationing in far Japan.
They’ve left their brothers, mothers, lovers
Crying on the shore
For once you’ve heard the mermaids sing
You’ll come home never more.
On the Tracks
Thomas Jefferson got squished by a train
Last month. Now the back of his head
Is all smooth, and nobody can remember
If he had a ponytail or regular hair.
Now his motto is just IN GOD
And LIBERTY is smeared out behind him
Smooth, vague, and barely legible.
You can read it only if you already know it’s there.
Reverse, his home’s half-pictured, MONT-something,
Surrounded by noble sentiments half-named:
PLURIBUS. UNITED. FIVE. The rest is gone,
Left on the rails, I guess.
I always heard a coin on the tracks
Could derail a train.
Maybe I just heard wrong. Or maybe
This is a job for Abraham Lincoln.
Bears Dancing in the Northern Air
Bears rarely dance in northern air.
They do not dance much anywhere.
Bears much prefer a quiet lair
And rest and contemplation there.
I think the general sort of bear
Would be astonished and would stare
If any of their kin should dare
To dance about in northern air.
Though some perhaps would nothing care
It might drive others to despair.
Then lucky it’s so very rare.
Alphabet, Schmalphabet – K, k
King Kevin
Rides a kangaroo.
King Kevin
Dines on kumquat stew.
King Kevin
Looks a lot like you.
He does not know what else
to do.
Poor king, poor king, poor king.
The Pirate’s Lullaby
Hush now, child, now go to bed
Now close your eyes, rest your head
For now we end our day.
And while you sleep, the pirates creep
Into the town and up the street
To carry you away.
And you shall be a pirate king
A king of endless isles
The gentle rain shall fall on you
The lazy sun shall smile
And yours will be a bonny ship
And bonny be your crew
And singers who sing of wondrous things
Of treasure maps and golden rings
And birds that swim, and fish with wings
And the dreams that are dreamed by pirate kings
Shall sing of you.
The Chinese Dragons 3
III.
It is a dragon that swallows the moon.
A dragon delivers the rising sun in its jaws.
Knowing nothing of despair or love,
While its heart remains hidden it cannot be killed.
An Apology
O spider, dear spider, why did I ever shrink from you in fright?
I am sorry now I did, for now I know it was not right.
O spider, dear spider, please watch and keep me safe tonight
Only do not come too close, please; only mind you do not bite.
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