Labors of the Wandering Love-Lost
a poem for my love, with James Joyce's blessing
What were we wine-ing of
Last Johannes Nacht?
(or was it St. Stephen’s Daeg?)
When the Poldy cactus was in Bloom
And we turned Heaven Upside Down
Scratching each others “I”s out
69’d on the bleeding world tree
Was the but of our dispute
The cause of olive the I’m-sorries?
Or did we alter when we alterations found?
What changeling keeps on creepin’ in
To make Titania cross pen-swords with Oberon?
Who wore the ass’s ears or the goat’s horns this time?
And - Oh Fucking Rocks! -
What was the question again?
No, never-never a negation
To this crazy fixation...
The answer, said Molly, is We.
Said she to the should-we-keep-goings-?
The answer will always be, Oui.
About the Creator
Halston Williams
Eternal Student: literature, poetry, history, art, and philosophy. English Teacher. Writer & painter. Traveller & skier (when there's $$$). I'm young enough to be foolish, yet old enough to know better. Lover of dark & beautiful things.
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