the Filigree

Even if the world weren't
offal carrion and cherries jubilee

the Anglican union
of sexy tetragenarians,

who made a gay chorus,
are febrile, use magic.


A third or a fourth more
access leaves a fifth blockage.

Even the Rock, raucous.


Easement Christ took of water;
the pillory pillaged,

the filigreed surface.


The gold-plated ions
making a mockery of

life and carrying
current.

Ozymandias

My name is Ozymandias too,
or something romantacized

like Hedacious, or Lubedioc
who supposedly did real well

at pub-darts one Tuesday night,
ate everything in the apartment,

felt totally buh until noon,
said: "The worst part is

the crossword. I'm too hungover
to do the crossword.