Psalm #1

He paused, mid-stride, to glance to the side,
Lift his eyebrows, a great task, and gawk,
A nobleman once said, "Well, fuck me sideways."

She leapt, wholehearted, and made contact,
Validating her existence, once and for all,
In the scope of this endless verse we repeat.

Resin and horsehair, refrain,
Refrain, wood and string, how
long can we sustain one note?

I wrote, dear friend, to my beloved,
To solidify the illusion, manic schizophrenic,
My mind my return address, postage prepaid.

We skip to the loo, abrupt urgency, to ante,
Lanterlu, lanterlu, lanterlu!
The beat's a bit too loose, too late, too lackluster . . .

Two-four and C-major, refrain,
Refrain, fortissimo and staccato, how
long until the bow breaks in twain?

        Tutankhamen the Kid rides again,
        While Nero fiddles away.