Scraped, friendly freckled face falls to benchtop
Starchy spud plays poker, blank slate envelope
Lost costume spotted cape, super elixir escapade
Layers on shiny raised scars, recovery escalates
Sticking plaster, milky soak soothes, heat tempered
Compost bound bandaid quells Hell unrelented
Derma learns renewal, Nurse dresses fire sore victim
Tugged taut rawness fades, subsiding symptom
Nerida never administers synthetic medicine
She reassures peel press is healing essence
Piano punctuations plod, then pace, parade
Figaro notes frolick over keys, aural first aid
Choral cure prays perfect circle curse moon miracle
Stroking fingers fuse potato to patient, glue
Discarded skin glimmers in kitchen, hopeful sunbeam
Her burn potion infuses through bloodstream
6th May
Quick Recovery
Categories:
figaro, absence,
Form: Couplet
This crisp dancing, figaro prancing,
Sailors cursed, and sideways glancing day,
Nearly, neatly, drowns us with its slow descent.
An unwrapped undelivered present
To behold.
Some catch a star, Some catch a cold.
Are you still listening
To what you have been told?
Well tell a lie if you must
But roll the butter and cinnamon dust
Of some sweet morsel of your own,
Created and sold before you could disown.
Give me your best shot for the love of life, man.
Sometimes the needle skips a stitch
The music skips a beat
And we let moments slip between the cracks
While we await an erstwhile cause to celebrate.
What could be more noble than the tuning of a life?
Where is your walden waiting?
When will “it” arrive?
The moment of truth that daily impacts your brow.
To what do we allow?
Categories:
figaro, culture, encouraging, growing up,
Form: Rhyme
(Calmette, the editor of "Le Figaro" newspaper,
is ending his chat with his friend, Burget, as he
returns to his office. The "other Lipps" refers to
the Brasserie Lipps, a fashionable Paris restaurant.
He's pleased to see a glamorous woman awaiting
him, but does not realise she is about to murder him.)
2. Gaston Calmette
Just think? How? Yesterday? He was? (Alive
to women's charms, dear Bourget, I must take
my leave of you. A lady has arrived,
and I must sacrifice all, for her sake.)
You'll dine with me tonight? I want to know
just how the story ends. Forgive the quip,
but duty calls: I see her waiting, so
I'll try these lips, and then the other Lipps.
Just after five. Chapelle Expiatoire.
I'll soon be finished here: shall we say eight?
Let's dress for dinner -- what of rouge-et-noir?
I'm sure that one of us will show up late!
I wonder who she is, and what she wants.
A woman, on her own -- it makes no sense.
So beautifully-dressed. Not one who haunts
hacks' offices. Une dame d'influence.
What could her reason be for calling here,
I wonder? Why she'd do it - it's unclear.
Categories:
figaro, history,
Form: Rhyme
Where this time?
The pair makes several tries--
my hard hat, a can of nails, window ledge
all filled with leaves.
How do they judge
those inferior, this one prime?
It's predetermined,
I don't know how.
So too their songs--
he two-notes or three-notes,
and she chirrrs along.
Same songs, same positions,
morning in and morning out.
I wake to their repetition.
If they watch me, no doubt
they'd see my own routines,
but neither they nor I can find
what isn't wired in my genes.
Why does this human mind
hear Figaro, Figaro, Figaro
in his operatic voice?
Or is it video, video, video?
It's his song, but my choice.
Categories:
figaro, animal, beauty, humor, language,
Form: Rhyme
PITCHERS OF MARTINI
A fond getaway
Where the A Major has never sounded better -
Beethoven’s Seventh, of course
with Szell, on reel –
The basement is musty, smoky and bachelor dirty
hosting two teachers on a Friday night
They sip
Laugh
Light up
Cut slivers of cheddar
Sip
Laugh
Drag
Then, playing conductor, perform horrendous
gyrations, herky-jerky like the first movement
Fun!
They sip
Laugh
Drag
Taste
Gyrate
And on
Till the pitcher is gone
Then another pitcher (forget the olives)
On and on
Until
Half the nine symphonies are played
Until
One or the other is drunk
The cat – Figaro – has been curled up on an arm chair
The din is ear-splitting!
At last Figaro rises
Stretches
Yawns
Pads slowly upstairs
Categories:
figaro, celebration,
Form: Free verse
keep on sharpening those crayolas to a fine
“veo un poco silueta de un hombre”
fine tip in with all the good intention to keep
“scaramouche, scaramouche, harás el fandango?”
them oh so sharp & presentable
“truenos y relámpagos - muy, muy aterradora me”
like there’s something more than human out there with a clipboard
“galileo, galileo”
strutting their stuff along the very edge of the surface of this here big fat rock ready to
”galileo, galileo”
grade you on your ability to be a good little whatever it is that you think you are.
“galileo figaro”
as if all the good behavior in the world is gonna get you some gold stars.
“magnifico-o-o-o”
tell us again how to restructure our lives accordingly.
“yo sólo soy un pobre muchacho que nadie me ama”
tell us again how to evaluate our own behavior
“el es sólo un pobre muchacho de una familia pobre”
using all the essential goodies to create a
“repuesto él su vida de esta monstruosidad”
better us---one of which said crayola box just might approve.
“easy come, easy go---¿me dejarás ir?”
Categories:
figaro, life,
Form: Free verse
The puppet boy Pinocchio achooed
for he had a nose that grew and grew.
His cat Figaro scratched its back on that nose
and Geppetto used the schnozz to hang his hose!
Categories:
figaro, childhood, children, friendship, funny
Form: Clerihew
Remember Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum
From the Alice In Wonderland Thing?
Did you know those boys loved Opera
Yep, those two could really sing
If you've never seen them in action
Well, it really is such a pity
I heard them at the Metropolitan Opera
You know, that place in New York City?
Did I mention, Alice is their manager?
She gets them engagments and things
But, that's pretty much all she does
Because Alice never ever sings
I was at one of their concerts
And I watched them perform in the rain
Tweedle Dee slipped and fell off the stage
They had to pick him up with a crane
Figaro, figaro, figaro
Does anybody know what that means?
It sounds like somebody's all gassed up
From eatin' too many beans
I'm sure you have their latest CD
Or their picture on your favorite shirt
Course, I always get those things for free
That Alice is such a flirt
That's about all I can tell you now
Well, there is just one more thing
You'll know this story is over
When you hear the fat boys sing
Categories:
figaro, funny
Form: Rhyme