The Consort The Angel Gave

At even the most temporary pause
From the audience did erupt applause
Floating in music past Death's jaws
While avoiding the evil one's claws
We knew effect but not cause
Ignorant of the relevant divine laws
Sheltered in a hall of straws
Judged by volume of infants' bawls
And how we answered Lord's calls
When sent to apocalyptic front line
Praying for some sort of sign
That all would end up fine
Once double helix of Osama swine
From planet we manage to disentwine
Though mercy demands we be kind
To those caught in neutral bind
Who to divine Grace were blind
And to no concrete God assigned.

My History In A Nutshell

Well advanced at becoming Bob Frost
At Dartmouth I my mind lost
And was from Ivy League tossed
Put into therapy at considerable cost
To have my brain teeth flossed
By the Doctor who me bossed
Every night when I'd get sauced
Dewing my duty at my post
In Hospital where I was host
And met the beautiful female Jill
For whom over dale over hill
I trekked when I was ill
Until I found the perfect pill
To keep chemical imbalance demons still
(Which make romantic chances virtually nil)
Even while perfecting my poetic skill
I hope will pay the bill
For sodas on which I fill.

                 STEALTH(4)/32/17-09--2/23/02

The Eternal Solitude Of Forever

In this show I've been stuck
To regulate the flow of muck
And oversee growth of Generation Duck
Who will overcome with predestined luck
The presence of the Perpetual Yuck
Known in Absolute Reality as Chuck
The Catholic who once me struck
In pursuit of the almighty buck
Who finally was bammed by truck
Almost making it to The Dialina
Starship conceived when Crown Princess Nina
Introduced me to Majestic Highness Carolina
And favorite servant Holiest Priestess Tina
Best friend of Divine Actress Christina
Only sister to Sacred Empress Katerina
Creating spells with Magical Sorceress Sabrina
To impress the Omniscient Directress Thumbelina
Guarding Destiny of Ultimate Commandress Melina.

             Dialina(9)/20/17-09--09/01/02

The First Of Many "Dales"

Solitary in the presence of Lord
Eternal entity Who is never bored
Trying to figure how Snakes scored
So Yankees fell as crowd roared
As to idiosyncratic Heaven I soared
While my heroes received the sword
For being faithful to The Word
By which all beauty is stored
In harmony with the perfect chord
I create stating I am Dale
The only son who cannot fail
Navigating the Dialina Starship I sail
To make immortal my mother's tale
And mediate between forces of Male
And secrets of the Absolute Female
For whom my poetry's on sale
So I can raise necessary bail
To liberate me from this jail.

              Dale(3)/41/17-09--1/22/02