[Quincy Lehr]

Jim--

Not to be a pedant, but only one of the three drugs you mention is "grass"--and one doesn't smoke cocaine.

Quincy

[Jim Hayes]

On Spike Milligan's headstone;

Duirt liom go raibh me tinn

I told you I was sick

[Jim Hayes]

Thanks Quincy I wouldn't know but for other worldly souls I emend it to

Remember John Murray
always laid back?
He smoked marijuana
then moved up to crack.
He lies in this graveyard
alacl and alas
a stone at his head
warning;"Keep off the Grass!"

[Roger Slater]

Death, I give to you your due.
Though Donne proclaimed he was not cowed
or awed before the likes of you,
and once upon a time I vowed
that I would feel the same way, too,
lately, I confess, I'm wowed
by all the damage that you do.
So go ahead, death. Yes, be proud.
You have the right, as Donne well knew.

[Michael Cantor]

Acclaimed, at last, but none will ever know it
(that's me within The Tomb of the Unknown Poet.)

[Marion Shore]

Janet, these are so habit-forming, it's scary!

1.
That perfect peace was all I craved,
as those weary years kept advancing--
But now day and night upon my grave
I hear my friends a'dancing.


2.
To find renown in youth was her aim,
which of course today seems preposterous—
For now she's gone, it's clear that her fame,
if it finds her at all, will be posthumous.


3.
Here lies old what's-his-name, the swine,
for whom my tears once fell.
And though forgiveness is divine
I hope he rots in hell.

[Michael Cantor]

The Death of the Muse

Within this heavy box her ashes lie -
one thousand sonnets, villanelles and more -
She burned them all, and now will simply try
to find a mate who doesn't fart or snore.

[This message has been edited by Michael Cantor (edited November 25, 2006).]

[Marion Shore]

Give her a fireplace and shelves
of books, a chair, a table.
And she shall want for nothing else--
Oh yeah! Except for cable!

[Marion Shore]

Here lies a poor gal from Nantucket
who had a stroke of bad luck. It
seems as she mopped
she slipped and she flopped
to the ground, thereby kicking the bucket.

Oooh...I know! Sorry!

[Clay Stockton]

Since my immortal soul
Has long since flown away,
There's nothing in this hole
Except a mortal Clay.