Ars Poetica

‘Statements of fact are not funny’

wrote John Burnet, and

‘Thoughts that are wholly unreasonable

do not admit of artistic expression.’

This was in 1914

and with regard to Greek philosophy

but neither circumstance

entirely accounts for such errors.

A Skipping Song for Logoclasts

One too threw for fire

something like they should

should through them but

the serpent spent

one cone two code three

is the key for

claws and frays

a page a pageant

if you can blush bluish

look for the lock

A History of His Own Times

or A Virtual Index of Operations

An Argument Autumn Cloud will Avalanche.

One man’s Backhander’s Barbarossa’s Big Switch

so says Blackcock. Bluehearts – remember

her Blue Spoon when she

danced the Bolero in Boston? Such a Bump,

as if a Buzzard hit the Carolina Moon like that

Carpetbagger Casanova

with his Chromite Clean Slate, some Condor –

but Continue Hope, Copper Green. Desert Calm

to a Fox is a Shield in a Storm & better than a Sword

just as Deliberate’s as good as Determined Force:

it’s an Eastern Exit for Enduring Freedom and

a Fiery Vigil for Fingal’s Fivesome a Flaming Dart

will Flatten since Frantic is to Friction as

Gladio to Glory – it’s a Golden Pheasant, Hawkeye –

ask Herrick. Huddle in the Indigo, ring Infinite Justice

you Ivy Bells. O Jacana. Jolt. Jubilee’s Just Cause but

Kaput! – what a Killer was that Larry

with his personal Magneto in the Market Garden –

Masher of the Mulberry, Musketeer to Neptune

and at Niagara our Nimrod Dancer, Overlord

with Pig Stick for Pipe Dreams and Plunder,

such Productive Effort – Provide

Comfort, Hope, Promise, Refuge, Relief,

Provide Transition,

Providence! Ptarmigan lost in a Purple Storm,

some call you Rencong Terbang. Ripper

likes the Rolling Thunder for a Round-up but

a Sand Flea avoids a Sharp Edge. Sinbad

with his Sledgehammer will never Snipe Starkey

but beware a Super-Gymnast such as Telic

with her Toenails. Uphold Democracy,

Urban Warrior, with Urgent Fury.

Veritas forever is your name.

A Logoclast’s Letter to Juvenal (Intercept Evidence)

                                                ‘My riddle one that’s dead’

Their global positioning was reasonable almost

a host of fears or distinction

definite dazzling and dealing lightning

for all it is a story once more to explain

sometimes divided and rhetorical sometimes

a dreamer belonging to one of whose fiction

‘which had in the end to be paid for’

baths with many decks and a bridge

paraded tradition with applause

such lies which gave the state birth in theory

everyone has heard of

crowds at scorn and each climax

vague commonwealth as sacrosanct

merest alien things defiant but defined

may that fatal pantomime

may anything but opposition

exquisite whisper and arch feasts of assembly

service sometimes and sometimes Narcissus

unoccupied found it his

example a sumptuous

conservative as consequence point-blank vapour

witchery now waste piece dotted

to put an end to due liberty or sway

the pages disappear home duly

fifty-first conflict with perquisites

migratory rage &/or expat rapture

sold with animated scenes of doubtful origin

almost the only however agonistic call for placards

got the terror glance again and how cast

in its furthest and darkest gardens

distributions of food or obscure magnates

dialectic calm if not

exemplar and assumption as to future crimes

wandered purpose improved

a common destiny probably when asked