All These Miles and Miles of Stitches! (They Are Never Finished)

Twenty to thirty full-winged angels

idling in the bridal suites,

all tattoos and bad attitude.

-- Go James, go toward the light Mary Lou urged

-- Nuh uh not

this mugwump

them spikes ain’t just for decoration ma'am

theys for reals


“The affection and admiration we had poured

into the personage of Sid Caesar somehow

caused him to vibrationally materialize

right here in Central Park. O what a magical

and wondrous universe we live in Tim.”


Might as well keep it simple: “It’s the size

of Texas, Mr. President.”