Tale of the Rake (or Ode to an Asshole)

Monsieur Montreal
was vacuum sealed tight
inside his dadaist
dungarees

he lost his lucidity
once he passed fifty
the effects of gravity
evident

his lust for control
and pretty young prose
created only
impediments

crossing parallel lines
in the name of aesthetics
eyes wide shut but for unconscious
poetics

ah, the vanity of old men
who worship the pen
and grope in the dark for their
muse

is mathematically defined
by Pythagorean minds
as non-linear, impotent and
obtuse



pour poor Monsieur Clifford Duffy