Upon Finally Meeting a Live Angel there
was screaming and handclaps set to an
insidious rhythm.
Yes, you guessed it from our shared dark lot:
there were pimps and generals, too.
Upon Finally Meeting a Live Angel
I noticed her sword.
Armed too with hexes, and no mere mischief they'd unleash.
Armored by knowledge
She prevailed.
The new craze in fashion:
The Melon Cape
- my oh my, is that the melon cape?
- oh my oh my, this is a melon cape.
Mistaken as unique once: the melon cape
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Words by the author. Art by George Tuska
& Vince Colletta, Bob Hall & Bob Layton.
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Panic heirs, heroes in sepia
calm in vibrant red
Bored attendees
Peers of mine, all.
I can't bother with the trailers
The feature isn't worth staying for
and we've all been misled.
The gadgets are inefficient
spawning sadness as only letdowns can.
The remedy is for everyone to sleep
all at once
no one on guard
& no one maintaining
what came before
.
Ugh, my reaction was restraint. Not just
restrained, but restraint itself. Listen,
there was weeping. And needless
antagonisms. And the strangers all wailed.
Everyone I didn't know was cavorting in agony.
So I refrained.
Oh silk seamstress Madonna
bedding the wizard Messiah
Spiritual sister to juggling Judas, clown
Betrayer of the sacred tent, the
Holy big top you've woven, three-ring Trinity ( star attraction trio in lights )
Can't you hear me moaning for your
Pleasure, miscuing the bright dawn for a
Midnight arrive; say when will
You come?
Hapless barker, lost to history, no extant record.
Then ringmaster, when you've all cleared out, &
still forgotten. Early millennium sideshow
not
even a footnote, but you'll know
when you date
my papyrus I
Challenged god.
