A LOST CHORD

THE DEPLORABLE RAG

Irresponsible foetus, why laugh?

T. S. Elliot got you by the balls?

Anti-semantics, aside,

This is happening in mood-shade:

Our hidden virginal

Flapping like a priapic

Dodo bird.

  

That’s why I went to Mauritius

In mourning rays,

Because of this and idolatry:

Painting, sculpting, and drawing actual

Figures to death —

I, of course, lost religion then —

And my virginity.

Who wouldn’t?

Moonbeams can’t hold pencils

Or bend sinister things;

This is why that scrap of winter

And negative light in every

Human heart must be allowed to sing.

Socrates doing wrong by everyone;

But who will ever comprehend or apprehend

These credible lines or read Plato

In our brief wink at eternity?

J.T. BLEU / TOKYO / 1^ST DRAFT / SEPTEMBER 25, 2018