Poems of Tudors and Tunics

May you be better than the evening

You find yourself in

May the mite which crawls upon your page

Be as a minotaur from the ancient age

Labyrinths and maze

Go fuzzy in the minds haze

Timeless yet poetic in the lime slice

Of pot pouri barmen

Who drum their fingers on the tum

Of the solenoid thief who steals your magnetic presence from the bar

Dividends and virtues break like ice flows

Inside the minds of those who know you

While sycophants and beaurocrats

Tail rail road robbers

On the back of cat burglaries

In side-winder glances

Across a pale moon

Faceless in this town of fine times

Leaders in the roseless alley

Rollers in the guileless galley

Hone their moustaches to the signal radio waves of Aliens in haystacks

Like needles in a compass

Trying just to find their way back

Journeymen conquered, opponents out-smarted

Who is encumbered by the looking glass?

Talismen and hyenahs canoe the river seine

Jack ponied and phony

The camels rasp, in bitter winds

That tick-tock the glories of the desert

And are wept for by heaven

And all that is gold on earth

Is eaten by a raven

Who was sold for six silver coins to the pie man