My Own Private Ulysses: Sh-Boom, Sh-Bloom

Henri Rousseau, The Dream

Sh-Boom, Sh-Bloom

Here comes Princess Gerty, damn she’s dirty.

Hikes up her skirty, my heart’s a-boom boom boom.

Any higher, I’ll likely go squirty.

I’m busting to burst, I’m Leopold Bloom.

She’s a sheen machine, keeps her motor clean.

She’s revving my engine, vroom-a vroom vroom.

Legs lean, red corvette between, purrs unseen.

Hello Kitty, I’m Chitty Chitty Bloom Bloom.

Redlining RPM gage, ‘bout to blow,

Like Jeffery Toobin on a Zoom Zoom Zoom.

Me too, my freaky creep show’s off the down low.

Queen Molly finds out, it’s a-doom doom doom.

That’s life on REM stage with Leopold Bloom,

Where wet dreams swell up and pipes go ka-boom.

Stay tuned for more soaking sonnets.

Same teeming time, same churning channel.

My Own Private Ulysses: Grubby Street

Today’s Hemingway Half-Dozen Prose Poem:

Weary Feet?

Bloom's Concrete

Love Seat

My Own Private Ulysses: The Delights of Spring

Today’s Hemingway Half-Dozen Prose Poem:

Honeybees Humming

Hummingbirds Drumming

Bloomsday’s Coming!