A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.

but aren't they all random?

Friday, November 29, 2019

homuncular

As I recall, the recipe
involved man-sperm
and horse manure

Incubated in a flask
with special oils, herbs
and more - no "eye of newt!"
These alchemists

were no witchcrafty
charlatans, but proto-science
men! I guess

They never quite recovered, then
from that black eye: the whole lead/gold
dichotomy - which, unresolved
and unfulfilled made jokes of them.
And they got old, and so
dissolved
themselves in tasks uncanny
and arcane, and eldritch -
secret stuff! Most bold of which:

Homunculus.

Don't scoff
at this disgusting chap!
A little tiny man, grown-up

from horse crap

and from jerking off

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