Best Balzac Poems

Balzac is beading,
Robespierre is reading,
Introversion I am needing,
Reflections I am heeding,
In old bat cave central,
Like an ancient Sybil, hypothetical,
Wisdom is supposed to come with age,
As Balzac turns his own page,
Why am I more religious than the Pope?
Can any faith give Earthlings hope?
Better than folk smoking...

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Balzac writing 
the night away
and taking a long piss
into the 19th century
chamber pot...

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Your treat, Monsieur de Honoré,
a sundae, hot fudge,
an iced cream dream 
sans bureaucratic nightmares, 
those trance-like states
of oh, so good men;
the static office-men
who barely skimmed life's
sweetness--that hot fudge sundae 
nestled deep in the heart of all. 
Time to eat up. 
"Look! Monsieur de Balzac has...

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the braising tomorrow 
gathered beneath me
upon a silent glare 
sounded by great wealth 
unwanted unneeded borrowed 
from yesterday oh how I gazed 
above ground whimpering 
a solid tear formed from a nesting 
fear an empty sigh where love 
loomed about God's own 
galleries of hidden...

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