OUT WITH THE OLD, IN WITH THE….OLD

A few months ago, I posted several poems here which, a few years ago, I’d posted on Speak Without Interruption. They were among many poems later Sacrificed Without Intuition by that site’s editor (expunged willy-nilly without my input). Now, I’m ringing in the New Year by giving new life to more of same, with apologies to the few of you who may have seen these in their former life. If you have, well, just….

FORGET THE HOLE THING

Re hearses, I think
I’d just as soon not;
You see, the hearses
Lead to the death plot.

Beware of rehearses
For ye final fling,
And spare me the hearses
’til the real thing.

FINNEGAN’S DYING WISH

WAKE me when it’s over
(Re Joyce).