I am a serious poet(bwhahahahahahaha)
Referencing (In my craft or sullen art)
The paper dragons
have subsided into the long last red hiss
having found the belly fire
at odds with continued existence,
still they made the dull streets lit
and drew crowds to their wicked wick
fueled by fear and giddy rapture
as they flamed and flared
the dragons danced to the future
they toasted with their own hot air.
now taking down the paper
lanterns it seems fitting that
they have fallen a little flat
in the illumination
of the morning after,
which really isn’t all that sad
for they have collapsed in laughter.
hold
I stand a wrecked stone
upon the beach where time
has drifted water, wood and sand
beyond my shiftless reach,
and I am but a sentry to the silence
of my sentence without end
yet I would take this sad relic of self
to throw after the relentless ebb
but I know I was only left
to mark the fullest tide,
receding from the moment we began
and I cannot, I cannot
follow as you flow endlessly away,
for I must ballast yet
the memory of what foundered
here in this loneliest of reefs
and my heaviness has stranded me
in this forsaken place
where there is no remission
of the weight of my planted-ness,
for the world must balance keep,
and stones weren’t made to weep.
one for monday morning laffs.
gamely preserved virtue
Sir Richard Burton raised
the royal standard,
over the darkest heart
of Africa, a world apart
from his native nation
(delightfully scandalized albeit,
by his edifying translations)
And he named a landmark for a Queen.
Victoria, falls too, it seems,
Mrs. Brown between the sheets
lost lustily her royal patina
while a gillie nailed the good regina.
Tho it’s always handy to recall
that Victoria’s name was overall,
given to an era of repression
of urges we’re too polite to mention,
the standards must of course be raised
always to honour royal convention
and its edifying at the least
to know its not a function of high station
to be tasked with the relief
of a queen’s frustration
but as far as the standard bears any relation
to the conduct that’s your own
please folks, don’t try this at home.
But hearts of queens must melt its true
it’s not that we should ever begrudge them
in their lofty loneliness a chamber romp or two
for they must needs have raunchy explorers.
to claim benighted virgin lands
from their lowly denizens,
and as long as the standard rises
to the demands of royal needs
the staff of course must please the queen.
Those who brave the perils
of leading royalty astray,
are adventurers at heart
but must always have a care
to know the lay of that dark
country they would dare
and if one must seduce the lady boss
then better rise to the occasion
and give the dame a good right toss.
don’t go a chasing after the bongo
and take the wrong turn up the congo
to lands for her you might claim
while giving them all her lady name
cause somehow its just not the same
and history extracts the cost
and records the sexless livingston
as just known for being lost.
So this rambling meditation
has left me feeling fairly jolly
but I have taken too much time
to discuss Elizabeth and Raleigh
so let us just condense the lesson
without any more digression:
when royalty’s a gal’s profession
there’s no such thing as indiscretion
and only peasants can be slandered
for rising to the royal standard.