Thursday, February 28, 2013

Deep Field Observations

by G. Jack Urso


 

my ashen eyes lack clarity

or the vision

to see beyond my years

 

self-aware in the center

of a universe of violence

and slow change

 

more than the stars or grains of sand

are the memories i dream of at night

 

as i slumber

to wake and wonder

at what i see

are they phantasms

. . . or reality?




Saturday, February 9, 2013

Edward Gorey’s Cats

by G. Jack Urso
 

Edward Gorey had six cats

they would watch when he stood

so they could sit where he sat

 

Edward Gorey lived alone

with six cats

in his home

what’s their names

i quite forget

they’re only cats

so what the heck

 

Edward Gorey’s felines

allowed him to lodge

in their cozy little cottage

on the coast of Cape Cod

 

for visitors preferring the species canis

Edward Gorey’s cats will pose

and lick their anus

their behavior at times

seems most shameless

they'll even pee on your copy

of Shakespeare's Coriolanus
[my apologies for such obscure wit, but Edward Gorey's cats are known to be quite literate] 
 

then one day Edward Gorey died

and, unlike humans, cats don’t cry

but they would look

where he once sat

then sit somewhere else

because they are cats

 

Edward Gorey had six cats

now he’s dead

and that’s that
 


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