"A Grin Without A Cat"
Zero to the thousandth power
logic on the run
Oblongata left in pieces
nothing zero-sum
Squaring the root unto itself
Euclid at the cliff
A equals B as B disappears
the quotient nondescript
Hickory Dickory’s mouse on the run
though nimble Jack gets burned
Formulas crumbling as integers balk
what’s ‘given’ mocked and spurned
Zero to the thousandth power
reason clones its fear
Classical thought—not selling or bought
Pythagorean tears
(36th & Chestnut Sts: September, 2023)
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