Tomfoolery

Tomfoolery

Floating Lyrics

Stop me, if you’ve heard this one.

In the beginning were the words:

all the words that will ever be written –

even these random lines were there,

long before I first picked up a crayon,

long before a stone chisel

marked wood in Dispilio.

There’s no changing the universal mind,

everything is known, has been known,

will be known, by everyone.

Sanskrit rises in Stearns,

the Pound in his pocket

quotes, references, plagiarises

Sophocles to Spenser via Shakespeare.

There is nothing new under the nib.

Stop me – and buy some.

Wasteland

South of Capricorn’s line

they perform rites and mysteries

over their stricken king.

They hope.

He lies silent

awaiting the question

that will set him free.

Hepcat

Nothin’ practical ‘bout dis cat,

could argue wit’ sumpn’

- but not wit' dat.

I hop da tiles in a jumpin’ jive

catch me onna tin

and you’ll roast me alive.

Got three names, all cats do,

Hepcat, Hēdonē and

How Do You Dude.