The villanelles are a never-ending slog.
Maybe I’ll be able to make attractive little collections
to feed the dog.
Maybe I’ll be able to make attractive little collections
to feed the dog.
Always feeling like that vaudeville frog,
unearthed in a construction
site. It was a dreadful slog
unearthed in a construction
site. It was a dreadful slog
for the frog, idling through history like an unplugged
vacuum cleaner—hibernation
finally ending in a webbed-foot clog-
vacuum cleaner—hibernation
finally ending in a webbed-foot clog-
hop: goodbye my baby,
delection-confection,
goodbye my ragtime dog—
delection-confection,
goodbye my ragtime dog—
hat-and-cane and the whole froggy
routine. But we know what happened at the audition—
all the frog would do was croak.
Writing’s as easy as twirling a log,routine. But we know what happened at the audition—
all the frog would do was croak.
but how may I successfully evade contagion?
Another day in the never-ending slog
to feed the dog.
