Homo Dramatis
(Dedicated to Dante)
[***The use of vulgar language is what it is - an act of conscious ignorance. No disrespect is intended. "Fuck" is a peasant's vocabulary and syntax as it is Nature's.***] 
We are all Faeries
And the World's our Silver Screen
Why didn't they call it the
Film Actors Guild? 
If the Wave's a Bell Curve
This should be a good ride 
'Cause every time she smiles
I lose money
which is a good thing
In a fall down drunk economy
She speaks in metaphors
"He" "understands"
And, if so,
Is "He" a metaphor for me? 
Thank you
I mean fuck
Summer didn't start
Until every god did conspire
To make a man nervous
Is it just me
Or did Jove just get on the blue bus
Sit down and thank me for my heart
'Though it were an after-dinner mint 
"Venus ate Mercury this morning.
News whenever the fuck
We feel like giving it to you.
But first a word from our sponsor..." 
She paints pictures of Da Vinci
How rich 500 years can make a man
Why - if he only knew what I know
He would have come to the end
Of God's Finger
And stopped mid-flight to wonder
How a man could masturbate
His way onto the Horn of Heaven 
And when she starts forcing religion upon him
Da Vinci looks down
Gets inspired
And draws this church
As Mother Nature's smallest appendage
That ever mad a grave look inviting
Are you buying this?
Fuck know
It's too entertaining
And without an 800 number
You can go broke
Looking for the Master Plan
I say the gods did conspire to make a man
But you would like the facts of the case
Not one hand,
A filthy canvas,
And one slightly used but highly delectable
Heart
Which will cost you everything anyway
One day
Since we all have to really live
At least once
So fucking listen
Or Fuck and...
Listen... 
A book about falcons
Being held by a young boy
Did contain an illuminated manuscript
1415 in Chaucer's day
(And just how many peasants
Did that colorful Duke Berry have to eat
To afford all that color and light?) 
Just the facts - I know
That these noble people were
Hunting falcons
And a book called, "Shoot!"
Finally did me in
So you see
Jove always gets Her bird
So I gave the book back
To this errant Knight
This little man in the moon
And bent back t'ward the Waste Land 
She said she wanted a Child
I said why
He's just going to fuck me
With illuminated scripts 
So I feel all I can do
Is wait for the silence of the grave
Without Her
And Sartre would have me believe
That dumb luck is my only escape
But children can have babies, too 
So if Apollo always rises
The setting Sun
Sets me free
And, in setting, so is She
We are in love you see
Though it seems you're hearing only me
Dr. Zeus can be a Tree
So you see
In every work of art
There is a sexy family made of three
Though if Winter takes away the leaves
Leaves only Dionysus Aphrodite 
Leaving me, of course,
A slave to the spoken word 
I'm still trying to get over
My complete infatuating with you, my Soul
I say
She smiles
Gets up
And walks away 
And this story is here to say
I'm going to make this worth
Some thing
Some day
But only all the light and paint
In Heaven
Could make this as priceless as
That Yesterday 
-April 13, 2000 Fraser Valley
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