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Sunday, July 18, 2010

The Robert Frost Tango (to the melody of "Hernando's Hideaway")

Whose woods These are I think I know His house Is in The village though, He will Not see Me stopping here To watch His woods fill up with snow - Oh, no! My lit- Tle horse Must think it queer To stop Without A farmhouse near Be- Tween The woods And frozen lake This dar- Kest eve- Ning of the year.... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, July 17, 2010

Ted and Anita: a love story*

"Ted" is it? My name's Marie. Come sit down, Ted. We have to talk. I see you visit her each day... Ah, twice a day? That's quite a trip, Coming as you do from Nyack! Well, here's my point. It might be better All around if you came...less frequently.... No, not just only once a day. I mean, well,... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, July 16, 2010

Name That Movie

Hey, Cap'n, this new bait Of yours just can't be beat! Just got a bite And it's a beaut, but, Boy! I bet "You need a bigger boat!" Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Stuck: A Parable in Search of an Explanation

Could there be, he thought one day, Perhaps a brand new color? A hue the Earth has never seen? What would it look like, pray? He shut his eyes hard as he could And wiped his mind quite clean, Banished the familiar spectrum, Searched for tint he'd never seen. Long he strove there, summoning Potential... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Their Cruise

The courtly gentleman who moves his wife From wheelchair to the cushioned chaise on deck, Adjusts her pillow with a peck, Jokes wittily and reads to her from the New Yorker and yes, lights her cigarette, Is someone you would want to know. Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

(Untitled)

You and I are standing here, A meter maybe two apart, No wall between the two of us, We both speak English, yet (...work with me on this...) Light years are the merest trifle When compared - like day and night! - To the yawning gulf between us When we're bent on being right. (I am, of course) What... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, July 12, 2010

Playing Hooky

My ketchup and baloney sandwich Never tasted half so good As when I spent my dime for milk To ride the IRT to Woodlawn Past the drowsy grammar school And ate it on the sunbaked April rocks While sunfish that looked twice as big Ignored the earthworm on my hook. Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, July 11, 2010

Cigarette*

What are you doing in my life, You riding there behind my ear? Child of weed and paper, Pointless unless set afire, Thrown from cars and trampled out (Pens I borrow, you I "bum"), Sophisticate's accessory, Yet friend and prop to gangster too, The lovely and the ugly, The well-adjusted and the not.... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, July 10, 2010

Curmudgeon

Invention is the thing I miss - The artist's, not my own. Time was, you had to trick, seduce me, Show me you had learned your craft Surprise me with a sudden thing The world had never seen before Or never seen it this well done. Perhaps at one time, yes, But that was quite a while ago. That... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, July 9, 2010

A limerick out of season: "Mikey, Do You Believe in Santa Claus?"

You will see the truth in his eyes No matter how gamely he tries: Long before ten, His belief will end when He starts getting sweaters and ties. Sign in to see full entry.

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