Thursday, July 28, 2016


In her efforts to increase sales
The very old muse has arranged
To have my poems translated
Into Linear B. The translator –
Dead these three thousand years --
Is unfamiliar with concepts
Such as computers, forklifts
And inline roller skates. Still,
She does her best. I like the one
In which the moon and I
Play knucklebones to amuse
A fretful minotaur.

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