Hour 21 LION

I think it’s dandy
That lions make themselves so
Independent…

From waaay over there!

Hour 20 ATOMIC CLOCK

Look at your hand
And think of this:

However close
You concentrate,
You’ll never see
Those elfin, subatomic crumbs
Crammed in there,
Undecayable;
Existing even when
That bog you’re buried in
Is swallowed
By a dying sun.
And think of your descendants
Ticking their hours away;
Reckoning decades
By the clicks
Of my slim quarks
Thumping after you forever.

Look at your hand
And think of this.

Hour 19 SHE WORE SILK

She wore silk and issued citations
To asses and pulled fools from
mangled messes of their own creation.
And he dreamed constantly of her perfume.

Hour 18 THE POETRY MARATHON MIRROR

There once was a poet so serious
He presumed that his muse was imperious
But when he attempted to write
Poems all through the night
This minstrel proved purely delirious

Hour 17 PRELUDE

Slowly slowly
I am slipping

Yet more quickly
I am sipping

What once approached
The alchemical

Has steered its way
To the all comical

And if you think
This poem’s a gimmick

Then please avoid
The next hour’s limerick

Hour 16 A CAVERNOUS HAT

To sit is a blessed thing

To sing a song while you sit
And put out your hat while you sing

Wearing dignified clothing
While people fill your
Cavernous hat with silver

To be naked beneath those silken clothes

To grow feathers through your nakedness
Launch into the air singing
Like a meadowlark
Like a chorus of geese
With water in their migratory eyes

To sit on that water wearing your hat
Your hat full of coins jingling merrily
That awful melody that took
Your naked beautiful body away from us

Hour 15 GREAT GRANDMOTHER

Tell me the story of Great Grandmother.

Again? I think you only like the farting part.

It’s funny. Pleeeese. Tell me.

OK. Great Grandmother is very beautiful.
She is not young or old. She is not big or small.
Her clothing is completely made of numbers
and it is see-through.
And even Great Grandmother is see-through.
One day…
One day…

Yes…?

She didn’t do it on purpose.
It just happened.
One day she…

She farted!
Was it loud?

Probably.
You’d have to ask the gods.
They were the only ones around to hear it
because they were in the fart.
And so were all the tiny grains of everything.
The gods started putting all those grains together,
playing with them the way you play with sand and mud.
And they made the stars and planets and Earth and sun,
everything, even the animals.

Even me.

Even you.

Tell it again!

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