poem of the day October 22 

James Joyce

Molly Malone

and Oscar Wilde

adorned in 

well dressed 

proper Astro bodies

were gathered 

around a table

in Brazen Head pub

drinking Irish Whiskey

eating an assortment of shellfish

There was an empty seat 

and the three seemed to be

waiting for someone 

I knew it wasn't me but 

I was at the next table

having arrived in

some mad poet dream

listening to their small talk

"These cockles and mussels are alive, alive"

"Yes, I can resist everything but temptation"

"Yes and we all know Mistakes are the portals of discovery"

I wondered, who were they waiting for? 

Samuel Beckett, William Butler Yates

perhaps Bram Stoker, George Bernard Shaw?

But no, as I was musing  

Jonathon Swift appeared 

looking very haggard after a long travel