Sure, ask who died, and ask why J
Won’t have Brad’s baby, whom she’
Read how the princess slept with h
See Mary’s image on a slice of br
Get proof that so-and-so’s a murde

Kings once favored beheadings;
and when it was their turn,
so did angry peasants
America chose a different tableau:
Black hoods, elaborate nooses

Old novels have their faults, but
I’m sure we’d all rush out to buy
If on the jacket lovely Hester tr
To show us all a little cleavage a
New credit cards could quickly sto

His Hobby
Our Mr. Hughes, retired, was exce
At working wood, and every Yule h
A creche —cut plywood forms to rep
The cast, especially Jesus, whom

A poem should be allowed
to say something;
good ones often have.
It isn’t by necessity
a fakir’s cabalistic drone

The trunkless legs* ignored detrit
motion rolling on the trunk the fa
and a second ago the amorphous hul
rolling on blowing away the greeks
christ off the mount tearing him o

When it comes to a war or driving
I do both to some stirring ovation
In fights I’m a scuffler and my c
So I’m ready for all provocations
For it’s very well known that test

The meter of this poem
will be like ticks of a clock —
no, I mean, ticks of clocks.
On contemplation of my navel
I see only what appears to be

Aroused by thee, I misbehave,
afire with lust while thou art coo
and thou then seem a microwave
and I a zap-ped molecule.

Gimme That Ole-Time Religion I
As one New Yorker said, the guy w
You in New York, your wallet as h
At least has goals, unlike the oth
Who kill and maim and have no aim