[shibumi]

~*And Several Butcher’s Bloody Aprons*~

The general tuckermanities are arrant
some dogs who sleep ay night
must dream of bones
and I remember your bones
Bubbles- ephemeral and so transparent-
I knows I loves you thoo an’ thoo
In watah time er drouf
But this is, now- you may depend upon it-
here’s a drink
to your bones
that
this dog
still
dreams about
I wush dese people ‘d stop dey talkin’,
Don’t mean no mo’ dan chicken’s squawkin’
Stable, opaque, immortal- all by dint
Of the dear names that he concealed wit
I guess I knows which way I’s walkin’,
I knows de norf f’om souf.

A Pome brung yer way by Pley G. Ariste, BA, MA, PhD, LSMFT

~*~

[JoeProBono]

"A Pome brung yer way by Pley G. Ariste, BA, MA, PhD, LSMFT"

[Pelham]

I does not love Elizy Brown,
I guess I knows my min’.
You allus try to tek me down
Wid evaht’ing you fin’.
Ef dese hyeah folks will keep on fillin’
Yo’ haid wid nonsense, an’ you’s willin’
I bet some day dey ‘ll be a killin’
Somewhaih along de line.