the INLAID EAR

Rockin' the dot matrix!

[I revised/improved this one somewhat from the 30-year old original]   Ony Ody Firstly heard the one called Melo Speaks to Harmo clear as a bell-o: “Harmo, I need you. You can tell-o. I’m the tasted without the smell-o. Yes, the water, but no well-o. I’m the goods that will not sell-o. You must talk so I can yell, so Separate, we are doomed to hello.” Answering the one called Harmo Speaks to Melo smooth and warm-o: “I, the fury, but no storm-o; Aye, the bones—without the arm-o. Animals without the farm-o. Without you I have no form! Oh, You’re the bees, but I’m the swarm, so Conjoining states must be our norm, yo.” Melo sings sharp and Harmo hums hollow. Melo speaks bright and Harmo thrums mellow. Harmo flows blue while Melo shows yellow. Melo’s the peaches in Harmo’s Jello. Melo is famed more than Mel’s fellow. But Harmo leads for Melo to follow.

Said the dealer to the truckers, “Our rigs run on diesel. The trucks sold by others won’t pull ten tons, but these’ll.”

The date is Mayish, 2009. I am starting to develop a poetry form. The first proto-queron came in at 15 rather than 17 lines and had this rhyme scheme: ababa bcbca cdcdb. The content here is pretty fluffy. The exercise was more about the rhyme and syllabification (6 per line, m'kay?).  In no other poem I recall writing did I use the phrase "Neener-neener-neener," so that's something. ** Sweets are bad, m’kay? Sugary treats are bad Because they taste so good. Whenever you have had, you always know you should have eaten greens instead, but almost no one would opt for something greener although it’s understood vegetables are leaner and make you better fed. Keep your system cleaner and eat in tune with truth. Say “Neener-neener-neener” to that old sweet tooth and you’ll be glad you did.

Flashback! Lately I've been pulling out older poems that never saw much light of day, but that I'm fond of. This poem circa 2009 is—okay, check out this concept: it's a movie review in rhymed couplets by the fictitious poet Maurnold X. Thurbin, a creation of The Filthy Critic . Many years ago—back in the 20th century—I wrote video reviews as Gooden Worsted in an alcove off of Filthy's site, which site garnered attention by making it into Rolling Stone and garnering nods from author Stephen King.  Filthy's angle is that he uses a lot of profanity while delivering very incisive reviews that actually have a lot of integrity. Gooden's angle was that every film rated between nine and ten stars, and all pans were backhanded. Maurnold's angle was to be the rhymed couplets thing. This is the only prototype I wrote. I'd say you should go watch Bedtime Stories so you know what's going on in the review... but don't.    Maurno...