here is sweet puck in our own generation
the high hob-goblin – you should fear : you must flee
oberon’s robin goodfellow in reincarnation
still making things befall prepost’rously!
here’s a valkyrie come to poetry
band saw poet – you must hear : you should see
a spirit whisperer! punk banshee!
Lady! what fools we mortals be.
you are called upon to deliberate
and to meditate anew
on the mysteries puck can generate
and the good harm poets can do
and between my ears such a blow she dealt
such a blow i never knew
sweet puck girdled my addled head about
said, “the answer’s 42”
i’m the hitch-hiker in the / verse
all i knew has been destroyed
sweet puck uttered the poets’ dreaded curse
and i’m floundering in the void
i am called upon to beglitterate
and to ruminate anew
on inspirations sweet puck can germinate
and the great harm poets do