Mermaid Tavern

No System, no Plan, Yeatsian invention, No all-over Organizational prover. Let words laugh And people be stimulated by our stuff. Michelangelo’s Moses Is one of the poses Of Hemingway Jungle-crashing after prey. Beckett’s garbage-can Contains all our man Who without fright on his face Dominates the place And makes all feel That all is well. Yet without smuggery Or the smirk of buggery Or any other aid We have produced our god. And everyone present Becomes godded and pleasant Confident, gay – No remorse that a day Can show no output Except from the gut. In the Name of The Father, The Son and The Mother, We explode Ridiculously, uncode A habit and find therein A successful human being.