Celebrating Bloomsday
J. Quinn Brisben
He was in love with daily bread and beer
And female butts imperfect only in
Their uncompactness, blessing din
With tongues, mnemonic stroller who could hear
The babbling books and drunken Citizen’s jeer,
The layered nightmare underneath old Finn
Again arisen, and Homeric kin
As great as anything, but now and here.
To celebrate quotidian works and days
With lore from Here comes Everybody makes
Conundrums for the scholists, forces ways
Of knowing common things so preening fakes
Must blow away, in Dublin’s artful maze
We learn our oneness for our loving sakes.
