The Majestic Unicorn ~ Sunday, March 29, 2026

The Majestic Unicorn Asks for You

Thematic basis for a running joke
hermeneutics aside, to interpret
ephemeral phenomena, a shoe

Major Tom to Ground Control, the door broke
as I now have nothing better to do
just wait for maintenance to arrive, bet
enter a song and dance contest, sniff glue
snort coke, shoot horse, mix cocktails, a speedball
to encounter the fire always blue
introduce you to the forever gone
club, where the afterlife is nevermore

Until you spy a raven on the lawn
nothing but black on green as a folklore
introduce you to dropping dead, they fall
called back to earth to report a murder
ouch, that even hurt my ears, a bad pun
restores the fulcrum to balance the scales
now if Rachel dances on a girder

Atop a skyscraper construction site
sucks if she falls in, a show just for fun
kindness kills the best of us with hay bales
smothered with kisses by a Six-foot Pole

forget why they arrived for a small bite
ostrich head in the proverbial sand
remember to wake up, even less sleep

Yesterday was your day off work, the hand
of God wipes out memory, not a peep
understanding nothing, weep in a hole

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