The Little Man

 

Deep in the wood I met a
man, smaller than a boot.
He said, if you will sing
for me, you’ll again see
your father. I was poor of
voice but I cracked a lament
to make angels wince and
weep. The little man cocked
his heavy head, looked at me
and said, in a wee voice:
Chum, I am proud of you. And
he handed me a silver mirror.

 


An Alphabet for John Lennon
 

            “Phase one in which Doris gets her oats.”

                        --John Lennon
 
A is for Apple, going round and round.
B is for Beatles, going round and round.
C is for Corey.
D is for Death, our last best friend.
E is for Memphis, up to the end.
F is for Phony, Homey, Honey.
G is for Goodness, which we need.
H is for Heaven, which we need.
I is for I, as Dylan would know.
J is for Joyce, jolly Irish blow.
K is for Kittens and Kangaroos and Kites.
L is for Larry.
M is for Memphis. Something went wrong.
N is for Everything, put in a song.
O is for Ono.
P is for People, who know better.
Q is for People, who know better.
R is for Righteousness, thick as snow.
S is for Surrealism, Symbolism and Frank.
T is for Superman, a rank.
U is for You, please be kind.
W is for Wasabi, look it up.
X is for Leonard Cohen, he is not gone.
Y is for Why, which is not in this song.
Z is for Lennon, which we can plainly see.