Wednesday, August 24, 2011


(see Trousered Ape)

Write me a poem on
Using the word as a
Thrice-uttered rhyme.

Love to, I would, but I've
Places to go to, and
People to see, so I
Haven't the time.


Oh, well, maybe I do have the time --

O rare parthenogenesis!
You've happened once in history.
Without the flesh's intimate bliss
(O rare parthenogenesis!)
A child's born, perfect as a kiss,
And holy as a mystery.
O rare parthenogenesis,
You've happened once in history.