What Luck!

“Redux? What Luck!
Emperor of Mechanics sounds like a double Not not thing.”

Who's undone, who's let down
My Deus ex Machina?
What for intermission, what for late-night supper?
Or have you seen my mother?

Huh?
My novel's not good enough,
She says?
O know! But what to do?
Plot problem,
She asked me.
Poor dialog?
Characters buried?
Don't hurry!
Don’t worry!
Help's on the way.
Hell's Helpers
Are here ~

Can't fight it; give in to it.
So, how about Ice Cream,
Mr. Stevens?
Or, say, Emperor en l'Aire,
Dr. Canin?
Or, say, yes, Deus ex
Machina! ReCog me up!
Where are those Union-member (card-carrying)
Stage hands? Check their Time Clock.

Time Clock's broken?
O really? I feared this ~
Even today's New York Times screams,
"Read All Over,"
All before.
What's done is done.
Yesterday's news.
"All the news
That's fit to reprint."
Redux News,
Just klews of what
You thought before,
5 min ago.
Slow snow,
No show,
Melted Salvador Dali
Watches now.
Time folded on a table edge...

Well, if they failed to fill
Out their weekly Time Sheet Report,
Curtail their weekly pay. Attende!
Who’s chattering backstage, who dropped the ball,
Who’s lost to conversation? Hark!
Realize! I got off at the wrong station.

O yes, and if you're injury prone,
Bone-up on good technique.
Cover your tracks. When home alone,
Get all the other dogs gone
Before Mum gets home!
Or you'll end up in Doggie Danger Zone...
That's Channel Z,
Seller of Le Graphique
De Deade Dog Doggone,
Bone Not.

But alas, here I am.
I’ve lost my baggage; I’ve no apropos clothing, no.
Call Dr. William Carlos Williams!
Bring back round his red wheel barrow ~
Because “So much depends
upon…”
Yes, I’m thirsty now; so please serve me
A glass of rain water, glazed,
On the rocks...

Yes, I've a deadly headache,
Malaise de Noggin,
Nodding off,
Lost keys,
On board ~

I'm overloaded,
Yes, all shut down.
Ring the apothecary ~
Deliver me a remedy,
An electrolyte fizzy cocktail.
Got shot nerves,
Baby cow Moos, all I hear ~

....Well, no, besides white chickens,
Yes, I hear them cuckle, too…

So just scrape me
Off the sidewalk now.
No tree, no gain.
My Magic Tree,
They shopped down ~
No joke!
What use, the rain,
All that pain?
O sure:
Fodder
For my blog,
My memoir of my
Lost dog, Leonardo.
I tried to resurrect him,
Bring him back,
Mend his DNA & doggie
Do. Impossible,
They told me,
Don't you know?
Give it up.
Got no pup.
None.

But enough's enough!
So much work, yes, so much depends on me.
Yes, there’s so much work undone ahead for me.
I must go, I must run. No, certainly not,
I cannot be late. I cannot hide. I seek.

Check my travelogue,
Mum says?
She sent me an Owl,
Afterall! A bud for Hedgewick!

Sure, okay, her message
Sounds right:

"Go to Grande Central,
Cross Track 7,
We'll catch up on Platform 8*."

But Mum, what time, what day?
"Today, you silly one!"

Okey dokey,
I say.
Mum's so Superkewl!
She's Best of the Best ~
All our wishes now come true...

O, yes, those tight legs ~
Catch my train of thought?
Give to the poor;
But don't rob the reliquary.
What will be,
After Revelation,
Remains to be scene.
Que sera sera.
Where's Ms. Day?
There's Mr. Night.
Afternoon's a Turkish Delight.
Let's climb back into that closet ~
Narnia calls.
An elliptical snow-covered
Tale, trails...

What, Mum? O yes!
I almost forgot to say:

"Yes, I’m still looking for my lost pup!"

Now hold me up! Attende! Stage hand?
Where’s that [cr](l)azy Emperor of Mechanics!
Does he have ADHD, or has he forgotten me?!

All told, a bone in the hole,
A bone for rainy weather.
So, by all means, draw a map,
Don’t forget where you've buried
That thing! Now don't forget your goal ~
You're a hunter or a fancy fuzzy lap
Dog. But not both at once;
Nope, no hurried
Solutions randomly dug up,
Unless, of course, your map maps
Dog Heaven. So toss me
A bone, or two.
Do, and I’ll share with you
My map.

Call his Union,
Call the AMA!
Confirm his coffee-break plan,
Confirm the rules of medical practice!
Mum says, if necessary,
Call Dr. Robert Coles!
[A personal bud of hers:
He knows well the Morals of Children.]

*confused look*
Uh O! Is this Union Station?
Did I get off in Washington
DC? But no,
I'm AC! Am I the only one?
ca. 1977
Or 8?
Is this Platform
8*?
Am I
Late?
Did I eat,
Did I sleep?

MAMA!
Puck, now, pay attention, hear?
You come back to work. No more [censored],
Til you ReCog me up!
We must find my lost pup…

Say, what?
Leon's found a bud ~
SubMax? Who's that?!
Maximillian, French Poodle,
Now submits, rolls over, plays passive
For Dob ~ Lean, mean, Doberman Pinscher.
I know Max. That guy's got oodles and oodles
Of class ~ fleet as a silver feather!
Magic fancy dancer, en pointe, on hind legs,
Max works out in ballet class ~
Max begs the question: Pirohette?
Mais oui! A perfect diagonal spin
Splices dance space, Max
Spun without a spotter!
O look!
Ms. Kalman just joined the soiree ~
And Max runs up, says,
“Hey!
What dog's hotter?”

[Leon! No Contest!
Max, yes, a fine runner up.]

Curtain rises @ 8!
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Blog, or dog? Who knows. But if you see my lost pup, please ping me!
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