IF YOU WERE FOOL ENOUGH TO….
If you were fool enough to ask me things that better be
What I’d rather do twiddle-doo twiddle-dee if I were free
Yes, if you lived in a caved-in sagging igloo like our Magoo
I’d say go to sleep thinking of sweet Sue in downy mildew
Suck honey sirupy through wildly singing tulip stalks
Wake up on clouds fluffy where this world ne’er baulks
Better be listening to long King Crimson aubades fade
Than bang through Doors the mashed ear-drum brigade
Toss through worlds where logico-tractatus makes sense
Than watch elected hypocrites lipservice nuclear rea mens
Who would grudge me leave fuming in contours cannabis
Away from all this ritual rigmarole: watch praying-mantis
Mount your own back to munch your own squirting penises
What a donna-wetter way to perpetuate the human species
(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017
Categories:
baulks, anger, break up, conflict,
Form: Couplet
Villanelle : Teach not a dog how not to bark
(This dog the mawkish villanelle baulks)
Teach not a dog how not to bark
Dogs bark for a lark in the dark
When Masters mawkish dreams embark
Do dogs bark to ape human talk
Or wake Masters to take side-walk
Teach not a dog how not to bark
Each dog howls up some Jack’s Bean Stalk
For the wolf in the dog must stalk
When Masters mawkish dreams embark
Do dogs bark to make the dingo baulk
At some sick Master’s leash-end talk
Teach not a dog how not to bark
Each dog lifts its leg at some bark
Don’t preachers too leak after dark
When Masters mawkish dreams embark
Every dog knows it must bark
Every dog knows its own bark
Teach not a dog how not to bark
When Masters mawkish dreams embark
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
Categories:
baulks, freedom, poems, poetry,
Form: Villanelle