I Defy the Cosmos
This cosmic clutter wins no beauty
As ob-jet d’art it’s mostly gaudy
Like those on Christmas trees, ex
And kitchy rings at which the tast

Ms. Dickinson’s TV Western for
A cone of force, perspective sharp
pricked with gleams from sabers si
moves out at dawn to cross the pla
and save the souls at the distant

Mystical Garbage
Believing garbage cans are scandal
When battered, making us seem decl
My wife delivered firm commands, a
I threw away a garbage can today.

The Old Floridian Non-Conformist
The young prize individuality
And choose to feature navels and t
But that, I think, becomes confor
When choices made are what a milli

Anna Nicole Smith
(I would have been happy to let he
Had I not heard a little girl on
Smith could have been happy in Te
serving burgers and bedding rednec

Constructing a Cathedral:
St. Etienne, France, 1350 A.D.
Arms and legs a jumble of moving s
the workers swarm like flies aroun
hardly heeding screams of those wh

,The Honky-Poet Blues
(With apologies to Bessie Smith)
I’m sittin’ at my keyboard almos’
I say, I’m sittin’ at my keyboard
The wife want rent money,

Among the best
are those who were the worst,
whose lives mirrored nothing of th
nothing of their canvasses or lyre
Wagner’s cerulean notes

Football: This Sport is Too Muc
(With Apologies to Wordsworth)
This sport is too much with us; da
Cheering and moaning, we cater to
Little we see but plays and then r

A Disney creature has soulful eye
Inhales the posies, gnaws no flesh
Knows sin from virtue in a flash
And sobs a quart when Mother dies
A Disney creature lacks an anus,