Saturday, November 23, 2013

A Shakespearean sonnet. Ah, what gloom!
There is no Bard. Yet there is such drama.
The usual stuff in this its narrow room
Oh look Line four. I have dropped a comma 
And blithely have I enjambed that last line
And bravely have I made it to line six
With many a trochee: a geste divine!
Now for some words requiring asterisks
To show my class. Guess what? I choose “volta”
Though in my youth I would choose “eperon”
And let it dance just like John Travolta
And let it go and keep it running on
To here. Now, gentle reader turn your face.
Line 14. So strange! So strange this place!


Waiting for Waylon and waiting for Willie
The wild, wild winds go willie woo woo.
Waiting for Jesus to squeeze us and leave us.
Leave us alone. Oh, what can we do?

And the wild, wild winds go willie woo woo.
If you get an outfit you can be one too.

Old Pontius Pilate he just had to smile,
"It's a bitch," he said, "but its gotta be done."
Atilla the killer-- a really big chiller--
Says, "Oh I'm so sorry, but aint we got fun?"

And the wild, wild winds go willie woo woo.
If you get an outfit you can be one too.

Napoleon Bonaparte, after things fell apart,
Sat down on his island and howled at the moon.
Cleopatra the clever, dressed all in leather,
Chastises poor Caesar and promises "Soon.."

And the wild, wild winds go willie woo woo.
If you get an outfit you can be one too.

Vlad the Impaler, the best of the Wailers,
(The wind howls like a husband and sobs like a wife)
Says "It's no trouble. I guess I'll date double."
And remarks to his victims: "Ah, the blood is the life."

And the wild, wild winds go willie woo woo.
If you get an outfit you can be one too.

They told old Samson, "Oh, just be a man, son
Pull the pillars on down and let it all go."
But he said, "No lie, ah, I remember Delilah
She made love so sweetly, she made love so slow.

So I'll dance, I'll dance with William Blake
For love, for love, for sweet love's sake.
Let the wild, wild wind go willie woo woo.
If you get an outfit, you can be one too."

I told my bonnie, "Hey, you know it ain't funny."
But she said, "Oh, honey, they already know."
I didn't believe her and I had to leave her.
But I saw them last night at the last picture show.

And they danced, they danced with William Blake
For love, for love, for sweet love's sake.
Let the wild, wild wind go willie woo woo.
If you get an outfit, you can be one too.

Infinite spaces in sweet infant faces.
Infinite love in the grief of a leaf.
So they all bump their bellies with Percy B. Shelley
Jelly Roll Morton and little John Keats.

And they dance, they dance with William Blake
For love, for love, for sweet love's sake.
Let the wild, wild wind go willie woo woo.
If you get an outfit, you can be one too.

And sing:

Nietzsche is peachy!
Kant a'int so keen!
As on heaven's gate
We insouciantly lean.
All you attempters
You know what we mean!

He's on tonight!
He's come tonight!
And, by God, he is burning
With hyperboreal light!
And says just two words.
The words are" "Not quite."
Amd lends a little sang froid
To the numinous void.
And a little sang-froid
To the glutinous schwa.

I see by my outfit that I am a cowboy.
I see by your outfit that you are one too.
We see by our outfits that we are both cowboys.
If you get an outfit, you can be one too.

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