Cicada
It’s a prime number,
after all. A product only
of itself
and solitude,
natural and indivisible without
remainder,
and greater than
one—ironic,
then, given the amount of
multiplication
it took to get us here. Division,
too—purposely, cynically
sowed for individual
gain by those and
to those of the prime
conviction that there is
no number
greater than one…
How the ‘vid Stole Christmas
Every Who down in Whoville intermingled a lot
But the Virus now meant all in Whoville could NOT.
Ode on a Grecian Formula
A poet friend of mine said that she’d been "commissioned" to write an ode to David Hasselhoff. She asked if she could just outsource this one to me instead. The next 20 minutes produced the following…