
Ulysses Edition Questions
Why the mouth foam over which edition?          Â
What zealot made this a competition? Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â
Do they bow to Blakean tradition?               Â
And think friendship lies in opposition?   Â
Or is this lust for incineration? Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â
Could they truly crave book-conflagration?      Â
Is their secret urge self-immolation?           Â
Or ice-cold total annihilation?           Â
Do they prance down the road to perdition?      Â
Masking priggery as erudition?                   Â
What’s next with these prudes? Prohibition?Â
Or call some smart-ass semiotician?       Â
How to end this Joycean Inquisition?                Â
Just embrace the joys of juxtaposition.

On James Joyce. 2024
What needs James Joyce for these reheated clones,
The belabored rhymes and cold homophones, Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â
Or, that his name and fame should be undid               Â
By self-appointing who crave to forbid?              Â
Master of the modern, breaker of frame, Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â
What needs you such poor players of your game?      Â
That in their blunder and befuddlement, Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â
Your immortality you did cement. Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â
For wile, I push my dainty dessert cart,                 Â
Your minced riddles humble every pie chart.         Â
Do they believe your art’s gobbledygook,
The most impressive feast ever to cook? Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â
They taste then lie, when as this they should try,
Compliment the chef, as did Satan’s guy.

Still Not a Poet
Â
No, I can’t quote James Joyce chapter and verse,     Â
I have no solve for his Gordian Knot.                 Â
And when I converse, I rarely coerce. Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â
I’m not a scholar, I just rhyme a lot.               Â
So, you’re a cultivator of the vine?             `  Â
Or, like Dude’s line, a human paraquat?              Â
Fine, you opine on thine wine, I decline.                  Â
I’m not a critic, I just rhyme a lot.                 Â
From itself, poetry staged secession.                 Â
As simile stands, there’s like a boycott.            Â
Invention sold out for self-expression. Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â
I’m not a poet, I just rhyme a lot.                   Â
But on Joyce I’m big fun, a good layer,
I just crushed a lil’ pun for you, player.