UNCONSCIOUSNESS AWARENESS MONTH
&
SOCKS WITHOUT MATES DAY
A WORK OF ART
A Performance That Took Place Back in Those Dear Old Low-Doubt Days
Back when, if you died on stage, you did it before a live audience.
The Crime of Poetic Analysis
THE AUTOPSY
A mysterious beauty, the poem…
Suspicious, curious, fascinated,
we do what we must
to understand. But
analysis of beauty is not beautiful
There is scraping, cutting, and digging.
When whole, it is too hard to grasp.
The urge to take it to hand is too strong to resist.
We must insist. Must scrape, cut, dig
to make it comprehensible.
When at last we’ve seen enough
to satisfy our suspicion and curiosity,
we understand how grand a thing it was intact,
how terrible a thing we’ve done: The autopsy.
Sorry. We should at least have waited
until after it was dead.
But there are autopsies and then there are autopsies…
PRE-POSTHUMOUS POST
AN IMMODEST ATTEMPT AT HUMILITY
A Lifetime Supply of Toilet Paper
Two factors determine what constitutes a lifetime supply of anything:
1. how much you’ve got
2. how long you’ve got to live
Keep Your Eyes on the Stars, Baby!
Dueling Poets at Cafe Improv
Man’s Purpose
It didn’t take us long to find our niche…