Come closer my children and I’ll confess
To an abstract tale of a curious mess
Down in a cellar the floor went bust
Unsavory relics arose from the dust
My estranged friend Julius lay silent in the bed that used to convert, hey presto, into Aunt Millie’s front porch. Weapons engineers had concealed a missile launcher inside a brownstone apartment block. The building facades swiveled out and up to reveal the big gun.
I pledge thee my allegiance
America the bold
For this is my country
To have and to hold
Land of my birth, grandest on earth, it was fun to sing and the choir director Mrs. Minstril didn’t care that the lyrics were blatant nonsense. Us boys belted it out with gusto.
Smoke bomber
Snake charmer
Electric rocking chair
Lost my luggage again
Leftovers on the grand piano
We argued over the proper light
To set at the foot of the stair
Too many old lamps to choose from
Your requirements, mathematical
Philosophical, were above all nonsensical
I pointedly proved it and you
Smiled
When I ran down the hill in the dark
I always forgot to watch out
For a maniac on a sprint from the bridge
Art room walls encrusted
With layers of paint and rust
Except for a corner as yet
Unexcavated
Like when you meet someone in the swimming pool whom you haven’t seen in years and you can’t remember his name. Later you come up for breath and there it is in thick black marker on someone else’s kickboard. Coincidence? Hardly.
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