Once upon a space.
These are souls that try men’s times.
Give me liberty or a couple pints after close.
To see or not to see, to knock to hear
all the rot and rub, to touch and shock,
stop here not there in such nonesuch.
Let’s stay in tonight then, you and I,
blue light spread against the walls,
and stream Seinfeld reruns.
Of Engelond, to wander wonder they wende,
twas the 60’s and bell-bottoms they wore.
To define behavior is to limit freedom.
Give me a clone.
Through the fence he watched the absurd land usurpers playing golf, and when one of them yelled Caddie, it set off a chain link reaction as he was bombarded with memory particles.
You are all a fond generation.
The overfed Buck came up to shave and ruck a go at Catsbody.
The day was blue
the guitar green
he tossed all he’d seen
of words for notes.
And they all loved hoppily ever before.

Sources:
- Folk Tales
- Thomas Paine: “The American Crisis”
- Patrick Henry, speech attribution
- Shakespeare, Hamlet
- T. S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
- Chaucer, The Canterbury Tales
- Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
- William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury
- Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
- James Joyce, Ulysses
- Wallace Stevens, The Man with the Blue Guitar
- Folk Tales