An Ode to Lynn

Lynn,
You were dour
And you know it
The postcards from
That far away city
Speak of love
However

You must read that
Book aloud to us all
Now

We are stuck on the
Tube

But then again
We drank at the
Bar X

There was loss
There was gain
There was

Your excellence cannot
Match a regular schedule
Of meetings and schedules

I suggest you write
That's what you do
Dear doctor
Write

An Ode to Lisa

Lisa,
The glaring sun could not outshine
Your honeysuckle brilliance.
You sang, my God you sang.
You sang of a memory lost
And then recovered
You sang of lust undiscovered
Discovered.

I talked to you after, quite foolishly,
And said "honeysuckle" when it was
Honey locust.

All honey tastes as sweet,
As the poet says.

An ode should be longer,
Methinks.

But I am overwhelmed, like
Keats with his bubbles winking
Your wine has over-taken me.

What's the strophe?  What's the
Antistrophe? But here's the epode:

Pindar celebrated athletic performance,
Did he not?  You out shot the sun
In your simple song sung.
Twelve hundred million meters
I say.  No discus could ever
Sail so far or so high.

Tis not unusual, as Tom, might
Say _________________________

So much depends

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Three encounters with loneliness

First, "I am lonely, lonely.
I was born to be lonely,"
The lights were on in his
Office.

Second, a casual conversation
In the hall, "I'm just feeling
Lonely."

Third, I don't recall it so
Clearly, but it was a lost
Girl who walked by me and
Said hello.  She glanced quickly
Side to side

Hush now, don't explain
Loneliness

Teddy The Asshole Cat

Honor

We all have the honor of over-
Hearing others talk about our-
Selves at some discrete point in
Our lives

Sometimes it is while we lay
In bed--our father dying in the
Other room.

Sometimes it is sitting behind
A wall--where, on the other
Side they discuss your future.

Balancing it out, you know
Is the other

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