Tuesday, April 19, 2016

An Enviable Man

An enviable man, I want one thing
And one thing only: people should admit
That I am great at everything, I sit
Upon the throne of Truth, the blackbirds sing
My own immortal name (where is thy sting,
O Death?). The heavens every night are lit
With stars extolling me. Is it not fit
That all the universe should crown me king?

My talents, grace, and sheer humility
Make all men happy, and all women sigh,
While animals bow down their heads and cry,
"Oh, how the world has been enriched, how free
Is our devotion!" Even rocks agree
On what an enviable man am I.

Thursday, April 07, 2016

What's Proper

Please make yourself at home. Sit in my chair,
The comfortable, big recliner here,
And let me get you pretzels and a beer.
Would you prefer a glass of wine? Right. There,
With pâté de foie gras, which we can share.
Big-screen TV? New music? Books? Blue cheer?
Alone time on my own computer gear?
Whatever suits your fancy. I don't care,

Because I'm leaving. I took some pâté,
Dressed warm, and grabbed the doorknob, heading west.
I've kept a few thoughts closer to my chest
Than probably was proper, but I'd say
It doesn't matter, now I'm on my way.
Sit down, relax. You know yourself what's best.