Teaser-act — LC
What’s alive, dead, and witnessing?
Me—listening.
It’s the teaser-act.
A black cat next to a fat fu**
Skip under a ladder cause I know the origin of clatter.
A four leaf—fig leaf
Screw a few, hide the grief
Streamline my hairline
And unstuck my head fu**
I light when the smoke is thick
when the veil is dense and the clock don’t tick
Like when the omen won’t knock
but the shadow still shifts
And fate rolls the dice
Like the three blind mice—
with a different ending.
They cut off the tail but the rat kept ascending.
While a blonde who*e is trending
It’s dissonance we’re spending
The serpent got merch and the choir’s pretending,
And the curse they rehearsed?
It was God they were vending.
The riddle’s in static,
the silence is pending—
I laugh in the mirror
while time keeps bending.
Categories:
lc, cat, god, time,
Form: Blank verse
'Dress Rehearsal Rag'
of humble beginnings,
'Who by Fire'
melodic intrigue,
'Nevermind'
a gravelly
reckoned voice,
'Everybody Knows'
his razor sharp witted
comic relief in
self-deprecation,
he knew it was
'Closing Time,
shared his last
sentiments,
'You Want it Darker'
with all those in loving
accordance relishing
his masterful talents,
poetry, music &
stories intertwined
'tween the life
and death of the
Greatest Artist
of the Highest Caliber,
our Beloved
dearly departed
one & only
Leonard Cohen
Harking 'Hallelujahs' with angels,
'dancing to end of Love'
'Coming Back to You'
in spirited reminders,
'heard that my body was free'
notably 'Take This Waltz' evermore
'one of us cannot be wrong'
'Hey, that's no way to say,
goodbye...'
Categories:
lc, appreciation, death, dedication, destiny,
Form: Elegy
This Christmas time, thanks for the Mac Plus,
For conceiving of the desktop for all of us,
For the graphics of the Classic, the SE/30 desired,
And for the separate LC II’s computer, most admired.
For the coloured iMacs, orange backs, green,
Red, white and blue, so fashionably keen,
And for that round iMac, with hub staring white,
Not shut down until things got awkward and tight.
But, ah, that iPod, your ingenuity streaks aloud,
Put into your pocket for a personal sound wowed;
No more the silent hill walker, but with a crowd,
That harmonious music within which you shroud.
And then the easy access iPhone, desktop mimicked,
A touch, a tap, and your there in minutes having flicked,
You left us with the 5, so how could Tim Cook diverge,
From that path of service which is so reason’s converge.
Categories:
lc, appreciation, cheer up, computer,
Form: Heroic Couplet