There was always something in his way,
And now there's death, who's here to stay.

Epitaph for One Afraid

He was not loved by God nor man,
And only sought to be.
He held his breath, and now he can
Hold it still constantly.

Here lies Don the 'Ho'
(not "Tiny Bubbles" fame)
whose flaming radio
tongue now seems strangely tame.

Robert Meyer

Here lies Imus
his tongue now fettered
by Scarlet Knights
- not scarlet lettered.

In this earth is placed
Don Imus. We propose
his monument be graced
with "nappy headed hos."

Reflect upon Don Imus
felled by a racial smear. His
life may not be over,
but God knows, his career is.

Marion's Epitaph

Behold this stone, lest you forget
this mortal, sinful to the core,
who left the world with one regret:
she wished she'd sinned a little more

Revision 337

Although some assholes buried me,
I am not dead by half -
a poet's urge roars endlessly
to tweak this epitaph.


Revision 338

Although some assholes buried me,
I am not dead by half -
a poet must work endlessly
to tweak his epitaph.


Revision 339

Although Free-Versers buried me,
I am not dead by half -
Formalists live endlessly
in clever epitaph.



[This message has been edited by Michael Cantor (edited April 17, 2007).]

Departed Spherians

They're out there somewhere, giving crits,
and, most likely, picking nits.

Passerby, tell Marion Shore
her last line needed one foot more.