June 2024
Charles A. Perrone
charlesaperrone@gmail.com
charlesaperrone@gmail.com
Bio Note: I am a retired academic living between the ocean and the redwoods on the lovely Central Coast. I published over a dozen topical books during my professional days, but poetry and music are more satisfying now.
Countdown (to Rhyme Time)
When ten men pen diatribes against a certain den of iniquity where nine captains of industry dine on dollars and fine wine which eight straight-laced persons of weight unload as freight that seven sisters of a circled heaven are seen to use to leaven some six or so tricks designed to fix or nix imbalances and such as five others could and should surely strive to thrive to deprive what four horse riders swore to shore up even to even the score for three free folk persons suffering a spree of glee to be able to flee from two who formally eschew brews to rue the day the zoo opened because it counts as why and because and no less than one and done
Sixty Years Apart
In memoriam Haroldo de Campos (1929-2003) The good medical doctor resident of New Jersey averred that So much depended on a glazed red wheelbarrow And we came to believe it Six decades later a visiting doctor of letters warned that if you didn't apply ten coats of varnish to the front door the paint would burst in the hot Texas sun And his observation remains virtually unnoticed
©2024 Charles A. Perrone
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