Poems of the Week

Flying Pigsmeat

by Eddie Aderne

“French astronomer apologises for ‘planet’ photo that was really . . . chorizo
Klein acknowledged that many users had not understood his joke which he said was simply
aimed at encouraging us ‘to be wary of arguments from people in positions of authority
as well as the spontaneous eloquence of certain images’.”

The Local: France’s News in English

Excuses sincères! exclaimed le savant Klein;
This planète rouge is made, in fact, of swine;
A saucisson d’Espagne, viewed in cross-section,
Viande terrestre. Accept, please, this correction.
The photo was une blague, to make us weigh
The claims of éloquence that’s spontanée.
I cannot say how désolé I am.
It should have gone to your folders de spam.

Finding the Way

by Alex Steelsmith

“[A]n Italian government project is under way to transform (and restore) the Appian Way… Travelers will explore
the theaters of famed gladiator battles… and attractions will be marked on an app… The ministry of cultural
heritage has earmarked 20 million euros to develop the [archaeological sites] for tourism.”
—National Geographic

Merrily, merrily,
Italy’s government
proudly proclaims that you
won’t need a map;

tourists who stroll through the
archaeological
settings will download the
Appian app.

Arizona, Alleluia

by Julia Griffin

“Sen. Kyrsten Sinema on Thursday night offered critical support for President Joe Biden’s
domestic agenda after party leaders agreed to change new tax proposals at her request…”
CNN

She will support the bill! Rejoice! Relax!
Gives thanks for Gloria non minima!
She’s also saved the rich from extra tax!
Sing Kyriesten Eleisinema!

Here We Go Again

by James Tweedie

According to the news I’ve read
Progressives don’t want Joe to run.
It’s not that he seems nearly dead,
But one term’s been enough—he’s done.

Some GOPers think the same
Of Donald, saying, “Please stand down.
We know that you have still got game,
But with your baggage, we’ll all drown!”

Perhaps they’ll both surprise us all
And battle to regain their throne,
Mistaking for their party’s call
The sound of a collective groan.

The Rising (Prices)

by Steven Kent

“Springsteen tickets are going for a whopping $4,000…”
The Guardian

Bruce Springsteen’s image, if you please:
Cold beer, hard work, unleaded gas.
His concert tickets run 4Gs—
Hey Boss, you call that working-class?

Hefty Sum Of Cash

by Mike Mesterton-Gibbons

“World’s biggest yacht stranded as Dutch city turns on Jeff Bezos,
upending plan to dismantle iconic [Hef] bridge”
The Age

Humongous wealth lets Bezos have his way
Except in Rotterdam, where going Dutch
Fragments the heft of anyone who’d pay
The bill in full. If you can spare that much,
You shouldn’t flaunt it, lower than the sea,
Since being only average—good enough—
Unites the Dutch. Here no man’s thought to be
More suited by his wealth to strut his stuff
Or build a lavish triple-masted yacht
Far higher than the Hef’s iconic span
Can fit above, then hustle—since he’s got
A Hefty sum of cash—to let this man
Sail past a part-dismantled Hef … Now Jeff
Has learned his grade for civics—it’s an F!

“Meatspace”

by Clyde Always

“The metaverse platform Somnium Space plans to let its users’ personas live on.
… Live Forever would instantiate a digital avatar of the user based on vast amounts
of information collected as he or she interacts in Somnium Space”

Reason

Virtual, Hirtual,
Somnium Metaverse
offers indelible
life in the mesh.

There, you’ll eternally,
nonexistentially,
hope that you someday can
opt to re-flesh.

All at Sea

by Steven Urquhart Bell

“Climate change: UK sea level rise speeding up”
BBC News

Our gulls are not the scenic sort; they’re nothing but a pest.
They swoop on you in summer when the young are in the nest.
A rising sea will baffle them; they never ride the waves.
They make a living robbing bins and snatching takeaways.

You’re woken every morning by the screeching and the clatter.
They’ve never even seen a fish that wasn’t fried in batter.
A flood might inconvenience us; for them it would be grim—
They’re all fat lazy bastards and they’ve never learnt to swim.

Comfort Zones

by Dan Campion

“NASA Spacecraft Finds Pits on the Moon That Always
Hover Around a Comfortable Temperature”
SciTechDaily

Not by an islet’s blue lagoon,
The ideal climate’s on the Moon?
Perhaps its Man will grant a loan,
Since, down on Earth, we’ve blown our own.

Come Fly

by Steven Kent

“A 17-minute flight? The super-rich who have ‘absolute disregard for the planet’”
The Guardian

(To the tune of “Come Fly With Me“)

Come fly with me, come fly, let’s fly away.
I’m rich—my rule: burn exotic fuel,
Let the common people pay.
Come fly with me, come fly, come fly away.

Come fly with me, we’ll float to Hollywood.
In La-La Land there’s an indie band,
And I hear they’re pretty good.
I’ll never fly commercial like I should.

Once I get you up there where the hoi polloi can’t go
It’s my show,
Don’t you know.
Once I get you up there I’ll be taking you cross-town;
We’ll come down
When my Instagram is updated.

Weather-wise, who cares what this might do.
The carbon burn isn’t my concern—
Buddy, screw that CO2!
It’s perfect for a pointless afternoon, I say;
Come fly with me, come fly, let’s fly away.

“Naptime Has Come,” the Walrus Said

by Kaitlyn Spees

“A 1,500-pound walrus named Freya has been lounging on boats off the coast of Norway,
often damaging them and causing some to sink.”
Snopes

Restlessly recklessly
Freya the walrus’s
Naps are a menace, most
Boat owners note.

Standard behavior for
Feral celebrities;
Oh-so-entitled-ly
Rocking the boat.

How Hot Is It?

by Paul Lander

It is so damn hot
I bet Ted Cruz heads to Nome
Instead of Cancún.

Thumbs Down

by Chris O’Carroll

“Why is it that the women with the least likelihood of getting pregnant are
the ones most worried about having abortions? Nobody wants to impregnate
you if you look like a thumb. These people are odious from the inside out.
They’re like 5′2″, 350 pounds, and they’re like, ‘Give me my abortions…’”
—Congressman Matt Gaetz (R-Fla.) addressing college students at a
conservative conference

Matt Gaetz is not inclined to knock you up.
Of lust-provoking tea you’re not his cup.
Your body isn’t one he wants to use,
So just shut up about your right to choose.

You never had a stake in Roe v. Wade
If Matt says you’re the type who can’t get laid.
Why should you care how red-state laws might screw you?
The issue’s moot; Matt doesn’t want to do you.

Liberty-Gibbet

by Julia Griffin

For Tam

(with apologies to Robert Frost)

“Justice Samuel Alito, appearing for the first time in public since penning the opinion that reversed Roe v. Wade,
mocked foreign criticism of the decision during a speech he delivered in Rome. … ‘Religious liberty is under attack
in many places because it is dangerous to those who want to hold complete power,’ Alito said. ‘It also probably grows
out of something dark and deep in the human DNA—a tendency to distrust and dislike people who are not like ourselves,’ he added.”
CNN

If you have rights which still survive,
You’re male or over 45;
You will not mind us cutting short
Young female types’ demand to thrive.

My little mare (I call her Tort)
Likes Freedom—the religious sort
That only can be guaranteed
By us, your God-appointed court.

For Church is State, we’re all agreed,
Directed by your judges’ creed
(The Pope has doubts, which he can keep)
For all the Liberty you need.

Though Libs are leery—dark and deep,
From British Prince to Meryl Streep—
Henceforth distrust will not come cheap.
Henceforth distrust will not come cheap.

Too Faithed

by Clyde Always

“Rep. Glenn Thompson Voted Against Same-Sex Marriage,
Then Attended His Gay Son’s Wedding”
Rolling Stone

This marriage-equality bill I abhorred.
It flies in the face of the word of the Lord!
Now, if you’ll excuse me… Would those in the room
please all raise a glass to my son and his groom?