Joycespearean Sonnet 18 Again
Shall I compare all my days to Bloomsday?
June the sixteenth’s one loopy strange affair,
The map and calendar both lose their way,
And all time’s now and here is everywhere:
The streets of Dublin in 1904,
The Greek blue sea three thousand years ago,
The Red Brick Alley outside my back door,
His time warp twirls the world with vertigo.
As measurements and metrics finally fall,
And my own private big bang goes ka-boom,
And ego spins and splats against the wall,
Am I me or am I Leopold Bloom?
Joyce looked through loopholes in modernity,
And booked one strange trip to eternity.
Homerotic Joycespearean Sonnet 144
I love them, Circe and Calypso both.
Unlike those myths these women live for real,
With Molly I sleep soundly, bound by oath,
While Bella’s scary-go-round makes me squeal.
My wife’s a bird who lullabies all day,
And introverts my life within her cage,
While Circe casts me in perverted play,
And keeps me up all night on circus stage.
What’s worse, all this has me beyond confused,
I can’t tell life from myth or wife from witch,
Their bondage and my freedom lie infused.
These words be true, love is life’s greatest glitch.
And when I say greatest, I mean the worst.
See, even words and meanings lie reversed.
2026: A Psychodyssey
Tell me about a schizophrenic man
And show how his Greek mind was truly lost.
Was that before or after Troy it ran
Amuck, the lives of his men paid the cost.
He took delusion’s word as gods’ advice,
And sailed off on the oddest of guilt trips,
Then added opiates, what’s one more vice
To our most epic con man’s many rips?
Once the psycho summed up his long path,
With nothing left to kill, so no part two.
Then came an odd man out who did the math,
And summoned up the old through something new.
Joyce used metempsychosis to reframe
Our psycho killer with a Roman name.