aim true
don’t shake
spear the beast
measure for measure
this is the taming of the shrew
the tempest as you will
it feels much ado about nothing
as if it is the comedy of errors
now on the twelfth night of the feast of hades
love’s labour lost as you like it
this the winter’s tale
but you are the merchant of venice
here to sell your wares
here to charm
the merry wives of windsor
and touch
with your inbred smile
many others
cymbeline
pericles
the two gentlemen of verona
here for their own laugh
troilus and cressida
all ships in the night
a rose by any other name
but then you waken
and it was but a midsummer night’s dream
or was it
it is nothing more than a play
or is it
in the end is not life a stage
and us merely the players
these
the days
the plays
of comedy
you know from your balcony
all’s well that ends well
as i bid you adieu
my prince
sweet dreams
and dream no more
the days of joy are upon us
so live
eyes wide open
this time is yours
Categories:
cressida, word play,
Form: Free verse
I have walked long in the garden
And gathered jasmines for Juliet.
So easy. So easy.
I have gathered jasmines for Cressida
But she looked away, burst the door
In my face that my eyes to this day
Keep the sea on her name.
I have gathered jasmines for Matilda
She laughed, wined me on a promise
That at the last syllable of my lyre
Melt into swears of steel.
I have gathered. I have gathered. Wrecks.
Wreck. I am. Alone, an abstracted distance,
Memorial to contusion in winter's blunderbuss.
Categories:
cressida, loss
Form: Free verse