Old Googe, Randy Sham of
Knackersbonnet-hollow
by Slow Willie McTeagleheimer
Marke but this flea, and marke in this,
How
little that which thou deny'st me is;
It suck'd me first, and now
sucks thee,
And in this flea, our two bloods mingled
bee;
Barnabe Googe had a
flea on his thigh
pocket full of
money
and a patch on his
eye
"sack
full-o-Googe"
is what they all
said
Think if he'd had a
giant flea's head
Counting the beats,
Counting the slow heart
beats,
The bleeding to death of time in slow heart beats,
Wakeful
they lie.
Barnaby Googe had a
compound eye
a fractal
vision
a gem-field
scry
a lucid
looky
a straight piercing
gaze
with organic
interferometry
he wiled his
days
I look into my glass,
And view my wasting
skin,
And say, "Would God it came to pass
My heart had shrunk as
thin!"
Barnaby Googe, a cyborg pyrate
with his elaborate ceramm'd codpiece
he displayed his might
like some strange anemone
breeding fleas
nanotech swarm-mites
birthed from his knees
An
erring lace, which here and there
Enthralls the crimson stomacher:
A cuff neglectful, and thereby
Ribbands to flow confusedly:
Barnaby Googe was a well dress'd man
aluminum breeches
and a jerkin of wrapped saran
a wobbling spirit of blood
attended him thence
and caused most ladies
to frown and wince
Still to be neat, still to be dressed,
As
you were going to a feast;
Still to be powdered, still perfumed:
Lady, it is to be presumed,
Though art's hid causes are not
found,
All is not sweet, all is not sound.
Barnaby
Googe had a lissome tongue
a great long
prehensile thing
with which he made the chuch-bells ring
at indecent hours and woke his hosts
with insane cacophany and sexual boasts
and often they cast dung
When by thy scorne, O murdresse, I am
dead,
And that thou thinkst thee free
From all solicitation from
mee,
Then shall my ghost come to thy bed,
And thee, fain'd
vestall, in worse armes shall see;
Then thy sicke taper will begin
to winke
Barnaby Googe in his skeletal corsair
clothed in spoons and long woman-hair
robot-arm and nautilus horn
heaped upon the world
his absurdist scorn
what's this evil you may aske
naught but a mirror'd metal smile
as they laid him in the wicker cask
with his titanium trilobyte brooch
glinting against
his androidaughter's mask
