On The Menu At Sweny’s Pharmacy - Reheated
Bless Sweny’s Pharmacy for these thy gifts,
And give us this day our daily James Joyce,
The meal’s Ulysses, but the menu shifts.
Whatever you crave, there’s always a choice.
With chief ingredients, Chef PJ cooks:
Italian, German, Portuguese, Spanish,
Whatever tongue you have, he has the books.
So long as he looks, Joyce will not vanish.
In short, your taste is tasted in your snout.
But mouth muscles do many a duty:
Licking, lapping, wagging, making out…
This versatility’s a fling of beauty.
So, no harm if the old tongue lacks some scope,
Just work those arm muscles and buy some soap.
Art by Remi Rousseau
Bloom’s Brother
Bloom has a brother, his kitchen kettle,
“It sat there, dull and squat, its spout stuck out.”
Cast-iron kin, born equal in mettle,
Both hard and hot throughout the day’s long route.
Brethren they are, black clad for death this day.
But poor Paddy Dignam’s surprise demise
Could never hold Bloom’s bold male gaze at bay.
The female he’ll forever fetishize.
Bloom is womanly, Doc Dixon maintained.
But Gerty’s flirty flash his seed did spill.
And still, in Bella’s house his spout sustained.
Ol’ Bloom has no need for little blue pill!
My ‘lectric pot pouts; limp-wired, cold, and wrecked.
Oh heck! Seems my lil’ bro is not erect!
Stay tuned for more slightly revised sonnets.
Same repeated time, same recooked channel.
The following sonnet is the result of poem enlargement procedure. See pre-plumped peewee here. This botch job raises the question: Is bigger better?
Sandycove Sunrise Symbols and Shades
What if the one about the lookingglass
Was only that and lacked its crooked crack?
Would Stephen’s symbol glow in Buck’s black mass?
Nope, that’s more whack than some Hollywood hack.
God’s green is great, but they would make it new.
And what in old sod should this color be?
From a borrowed noserag, Buck blew his new hue:
Snotgreen! Taste it. Could be worse. Could be pee.
About Buck’s razor, why so dull this blade?
No sneezy shade, no figuring fires?
Were all tropes and tints burned in their aubade?
Their cooking’s cold without modifiers.
Old recipes don’t yearn for additives,
Shades do, and new signs burn with adjectives.
Stay tuned for more modified sonnets.
Same symbolful time, same colorful channel.