So you left without a word.

I was totally unheard.

I wept aloud to setting sun.

For you, who can love no one.

Cassandra caught Apollo’s stare,

A beauty of the highest rank,

And when the sun god touched her hair,

She felt the heat from which she shrank.

She talked about the Hilbert space,

That set of vectors, large and small,

And of the special time and place,

When Galileo watched a ball.

I sat on the throne, constipated, and said,

“What can be done with a barren bed?”

No heir comes forth without desire.

Love’s ashes crumble after fire.

So how can I sire an heir?

I took the home girl for a date.

She ate the seafood platter.

I sucked raw oysters from my plate,

As she maintained her chatter.

A freckled wench with flaxen hair,

Once in a nightclub, I did meet.

And with her playful, comely stare,

I fell spellbound, in August’s heat.

Listen ye adults to what I say,

‘Bout the double life lady they dubbed Mistress K.

By day, a sweet nurse at the Bedlam ward,

At night, playing hell with the English Lord.

‘Twas eighteen hundred, ninety-nine.
I headed north to start a mine.
I left my sunny southland home,
To seek the golden fields of Nome.

Talking ‘bout the mighty Ray C.,
Steroid-pumped-up, hitting man.
And the lady known as Lacy,
Would he make the one-night stand?

Let the windmill giants come.
My breath of life is noble quest.
As I think smart while acting dumb.
And seek the gold within the chest.