"no duty but beauty" [boomerang poem]

no duty but beauty
our chore? to adore
our task is to ask
what is questioning for?
who'll pillage pure time
and extract hidden booty?
what reason has rhyme?
no duty but beauty



[Verse riffing on Silvia Nakkach’s "favorite quotation"]

"the stars I pocketed" [song]

I should've brought sun home with me
I ought've packed moon in my tote
the stars I pocketed would be
considerably less remote
    at least I've got rain in my shoes
    & clouds enough to croon the blues

I might've stashed yon sylvan stream
within my knapsack just for you
I could've pocketed pure dream
commingled with crystaline dew
    at least I've lodged truth in my cap
    with oceans' fantasy on tap

"maybe October" [boomerang poem]

If not May   well maybe October
      I'll meet you 'round the bend
if not sauced   well maybe I'm sober
      the world is sure to end

      to greet the timeless Friend
I & thou (as quoth Martin Buber)
      apolcalypse-ward wend
if not May   well maybe October



Responsive to article An Autumn Date for the Apocalypse (New York Times)

"the Picasso cure" [boomerang poem]

I tried the Picasso cure
I joined the Monet religion
I loved the Cézanne philosophy
yet all of these lacked precision

I browsed the DaVinci code
I crooned the Brancusi ode
when everything seemed a'blur
I tried the Picasso cure



Responsive to article Can a Picasso Cure You? (New York Times)
image:   Pablo Picasso, Woman With a Flower (1932)

"already Wikipedia'd" [ditty]

While already Wikipedia'd
and now otherwise largely forgotten
the Rapture if multimedia'd
would a myriad clicks have begotten


[click on image, for full view of associated photograph]
Source -- vide: Judgement Day 21 May 2011 [Wikipedia]