Epigrams Ii

Epigrams II Sex Hex by Michael R. Burch Love's full of cute paradoxes (and highly acute poxes). *** Midnight Stairclimber by Michael R. Burch Procreation is at first great sweaty recreation, then—long, long after the sex dies— the source of endless exercise. *** The One True Poem by Michael R. Burch Love was not meaningless ... nor your embrace, nor your kiss. And though every god proved a phantom, still you were divine to your last dying atom ... So that when you are gone and, yea, not a word remains of this poem, even so, We were One. *** The Poem of Poems by Michael R. Burch for Beth This is my Poem of Poems, for you. Every word ineluctably true: I love you. *** Here and Hereafter by Michael R. Burch Life’s saving graces are love, pleasure, laughter ... wisdom, it seems, is for the Hereafter. *** Meal Deal by Michael R. Burch Love is a splendid ideal (at least till it costs us a meal). *** Vice Grip There’s no need to rant about Al-Qaeda and ISIS. The cruelty of “civilization” suffices: our ordinary vices. *** Piecemeal by Michael R. Burch And so it begins—the ending. The narrowing veins, the soft tissues rending. Your final solution is pending. *** The Whole of Wit by Michael R. Burch for Richard Moore If brevity is the soul of wit then brevity and levity are the whole of it. *** Redefinitions Faith: falling into the same old claptrap.—Michael R. Burch Religion: the ties that blind.—Michael R. Burch Baseball: lots of spittin’ mixed with some hittin’.—Michael R. Burch Trickle down economics: an especially pungent golden shower.—Michael R. Burch Poetry: the art of finding the right word at the right time.—Michael R. Burch