(to the tune of “A Girl Like You” by The Smithereens)
You can say anything you want to believe,
I just don’t give a @#!?
You can be anyone you want (except me)
For the monthly cost of just eight bucks…
[Elon Busk]
(to the tune of “A Girl Like You” by The Smithereens)
You can say anything you want to believe,
I just don’t give a @#!?
You can be anyone you want (except me)
For the monthly cost of just eight bucks…
[Elon Busk]
WILLIAM: The plums were lovely, dark and deep, an–
Scratch that. It just seemed to creep in.
So much depends on your forgiveness. I don’t know if I can live this
down. My face is glazed with tears and, near my mouth and thumb,
the sweet and sticky juices of plums, plums, plums, plums plums, plums PLUMS!
WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS: In the icebox there were plums, and I have eaten every one, and
only then I thought about what you had bought them for.
Sheepishly, I ask in sorrow, what now will we eat tomorrow?
They were sweet and cold, and on my knees I now implore:
Will you forgive me?
FLORENCE WILLIAMS: Nevermore.
When I was a young boy,
my mama told me, “Son,
stick with the modern poets,
don’t bother reading Donne,”
but I read the Holy Sonnets
just to watch Death die,
and when I saw Emily Dickin-
son, I rolled on by.
Sharp teeth,
Thick skin,
Terrify you with my dorsal fin.
You leave the water as fast as you can.
People run screaming from a shark-dressed man.
Concept and first couplet by Susan Young; completed by David Sklar
‘Twas the day after Christmas, and all through the house
Empty boxes and paper were strewn all about.
I stood in the living room, steeling my nerve
To take the recycling out to the curb.
The papers were scattered all over the floor,
In drifts in the corners, and one at the door.
I gazed at the carnage, admitted defeat,
Then swept like a fiend all the way to the street.
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Our pile of used wrappings had gotten so tall
That it shook when I swept, like a bowl full of jelly
(the same at our neighbors’, and their pile was smelly).
All the way up and down on both sides of the road
The mounds of bright papers looked fit to explode,
When what to my wondering eyes should appear?
The recycling truck! As it slowly rolled near,
There appeared to be something wrong with the suspension.
It shook as it went, like that jelly I’d mentioned.
In that gray, hazy morningtime, such was my luck
That the driver passed by without stopping the truck,
And I heard him explain as he trundled away,
“The truck is all full, so I’m done for the day.”
Originally published in Stone Telling
Although I’m not particularly vain,
I’m sure you’d like to know how you will die,
so, first, before I kill you, I’ll explain
my brilliant plan. Don’t bother to complain;
you won’t escape, no matter how you try.
It’s not that I’m particularly vain,
it’s just that after taking all these pains
I would like you to look me in the eye
before I kill you, so I can explain:
a cistern in the mountain gathers rain
through ducts in my enormous statue’s eye
(not that I am particularly vain).
It enters a robotic water main,
which, on command, can self-electrify.
Before I kill you, now, I will explain:
I’ve added some enhancements to my brain—
you’ll nev— What’s that? You’re out? Good grief! Good bye;
good riddance. It’s a good thing I’m not vain;
next time, before I kill you, I’ll explain.
Before I Kill You
(an arch-villainelle)
[originally published in Stone Telling]
(parts 1-5 of 6)
Although I’m not particularly vain,
I’m sure you’d like to know how you will die,
so, first, before I kill you, I’ll explain
my brilliant plan. Don’t bother to complain;
you won’t escape, no matter how you try.
It’s not that I’m particularly vain,
it’s just that after taking all these pains
I would like you to look me in the eye
before I kill you, so I can explain:
a cistern in the mountain gathers rain
through ducts in my enormous statue’s eye
(not that I am particularly vain).
It enters a robotic water main,
which, on command, can self-electrify.
Before I kill you, now, I will explain:
I’ve added some enhancements to my brain—
you’ll nev— What’s that? You’re out? Good grief! Good bye;
Before I Kill You
(an arch-villainelle)
[originally published in Stone Telling]
(parts 1-4 of 6)
Although I’m not particularly vain,
I’m sure you’d like to know how you will die,
so, first, before I kill you, I’ll explain
my brilliant plan. Don’t bother to complain;
you won’t escape, no matter how you try.
It’s not that I’m particularly vain,
it’s just that after taking all these pains
I would like you to look me in the eye
before I kill you, so I can explain:
a cistern in the mountain gathers rain
through ducts in my enormous statue’s eye
(not that I am particularly vain).
It enters a robotic water main,
which, on command, can self-electrify.
Before I kill you, now, I will explain:
I’ve added some enhancements to my brain—
you’ll nev—
Before I Kill You
(an arch-villainelle)
[originally published in Stone Telling]
(parts 1-2 of 6)
Although I’m not particularly vain,
I’m sure you’d like to know how you will die,
so, first, before I kill you, I’ll explain
my brilliant plan. Don’t bother to complain;
you won’t escape, no matter how you try.
It’s not that I’m particularly vain,
it’s just that after taking all these pains
I would like you to look me in the eye
before I kill you, so I can explain:
a cistern in the mountain gathers rain
through ducts in my enormous statue’s eye
(not that I am particularly vain).