Farce

Guffaw before the curtain goes up 
And the audience throws you 
An askance glance like you were 
A tragic actor in a comedy 
Of errors; keep it up after 
The curtain comes down 
And they all laugh along 
With you to the bitter end. 

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At once buoyant and cathartic— 

A hard resilient knot heaving 
In the slosh 

Of a soft underbelly, aching 
To wrench 

The wretched queasy 
Blubber out. 

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Old Sea Dogs in Doldrums

Paddling 
Distressfully 
Slowly 

Out of deep forgetful sleep, we wait 
So as to find ourselves once more

On familiar ground—anywhere 
Save shipwrecked on reefs. 

Unclaimed Winter Offering to a Fine Feathered Friend

The small crust of white 
Bread I left out 

For you little brown one, 
Still lies there on the cold 

Grey slab of rock which now seems 
To be flying us ages away.