Transfixed, I gaze upon a lovely lemon on the table
That seems an ancient honey-stone from some dark ancient fable.
Across there sits a Man of Night, like a disembodied smile,
Who has with thongs unbreakable chair-bound me for a while.
"The Lemon's booby-trapped" he says.
Then, as I watch in hypno-horror, worrying for his life,
Toward the perilous citrus fruit he moves a Subtle Knife
That is engraved with verbal curves of cultured anarchy
That tries to hide a destroyed thing behind existent being.
"No knife is a punishment" he says.
Just before it breaks ths skin, I am changed suddenly,
At the prospect of a deadly fruit I am filled with agony
Wonder of wonders! Actually two agonies in fact!
An agony that does repel, and one that does attract!
"Are you caucasian?" he says.
For I know that when the yellow ball is touched by the blade,
The resulting effulgence of juice will be as a sculpted jade
Contorting all my features into squinted forms horrendous
For the juice will be in my very eye and cause a pain stupendous.
"Eight hundred million dollars for the man in the Ford!" he says.
But the aspect of the pain-cordial has its fascination
Am I a sadist to desire that juice plus eye equals elation?
Verily, I even see it as a sun-hued reaper grim
Even as in salty joyful draughts my lifted spirit swims.
"Your mother needs a hired helper" he says.
Of this fair free United States I am a full free resident
Shall we have a joyful martyrdom when Obama becomes president?
Friday, December 12, 2008
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3 comments:
Ha Ha!!!! I love it!!!!! It seems
to remind me of C.S. Lewis' writing
style (you're in the company of
greatness :-) ).
I don't see anything specifically Lewis-ish, though I do see things specifically related to Chesterton, one of Lewis's insipirers. Did you know that Chesterton was partially responsible for Lewis' conversion?
Really? I guess I thought it was
all Tolkien's doing.
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