THE BISHOP AND THE BUTTERFLY
MURDER, POLITICS, AND THE END OF THE JAZZ AGE
by Michael Wolraich
There was a young man From Cork who got Limericks Confused with Haikus#NationalHaikuDay — James Harwood (@mr_ldap) April 17, 2018
There was a young man From Cork who got Limericks Confused with Haikus#NationalHaikuDay
Ha! Well, who'd have guessed
that shining a Limerick
reveales a Haiku!
You take the Haiku I'll take a pool cue. Who'll be in Scotland 'fore me?
A rich guy from Queens gets his face in magazines. Let disco ball spin.
But the party went viral and now I need a firewall.
Let disco balls spin -
Let the party go viral -
Let it consume me.
Until the rich guy from Queens
Is proven a poor liar.
A girl from the Bronx dances between seven honks to dodge the grabbing.
So many lies prevailing needs a machine for bailing.
Where's the world I knew?
Did I grow up somewhere else?
Am I in between?
Then again, I ask.
I question, I consider.
I am not alone.
Is this a new world?
No. It simply feels that way.
But how do I know?
I need certainty.
And can I ever be sure?
Yes, because I am.
eta: Thanks, Peracles, for giving me a convenient space to belch.
Burp, you be welcome
Actually, there's not much confusing about all of this at all:
"I can't understand why people are frightened of new ideas. I'm frightened of the old ones." - John Cage #quote #composer — Brian Eno (@dark_shark) October 19, 2018
"I can't understand why people are frightened of new ideas. I'm frightened of the old ones." - John Cage #quote #composer
Comments
Ha! Well, who'd have guessed
that shining a Limerick
reveales a Haiku!
by barefooted on Wed, 10/03/2018 - 5:23pm
You take the Haiku
I'll take a pool cue. Who'll be
in Scotland 'fore me?
by PeraclesPlease on Wed, 10/03/2018 - 5:35pm
A rich guy from Queens
gets his face in magazines.
Let disco ball spin.
But the party went viral
and now I need a firewall.
by moat on Wed, 10/03/2018 - 6:46pm
Let disco balls spin -
Let the party go viral -
Let it consume me.
Until the rich guy from Queens
Is proven a poor liar.
by barefooted on Wed, 10/03/2018 - 7:04pm
A girl from the Bronx
dances between seven honks
to dodge the grabbing.
So many lies prevailing
needs a machine for bailing.
by moat on Wed, 10/03/2018 - 8:34pm
Where's the world I knew?
Did I grow up somewhere else?
Am I in between?
Then again, I ask.
I question, I consider.
I am not alone.
Is this a new world?
No. It simply feels that way.
But how do I know?
I need certainty.
And can I ever be sure?
Yes, because I am.
eta: Thanks, Peracles, for giving me a convenient space to belch.
by barefooted on Thu, 10/04/2018 - 10:24pm
Burp, you be welcome
by PeraclesPlease on Fri, 10/05/2018 - 1:59am
Actually, there's not much confusing about all of this at all:
by artappraiser on Sat, 10/20/2018 - 6:22am