A pestilence on him for a mad rogue!
Skullduggery
a’ poured a flagon of Rhenish on my head once.
(All skull – no bonez)
This same skull, sir, was Yorick’s skull, the king’s jester.
Grave diggaz.
Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him well
No Brainer
a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy:
(A head of the rest).
he hath borne me on his back a thousand times;
(It’s all skull and void)
and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is!
(A grave state of affairs)
Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know
not how oft.
Skelet-on, skelet-off
Where be your gibes now? your
gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment,
that were wont to set the table on a roar?
Skullpture Now
Not one now, to mock your own grinning?
Heads off to these artists.
In tribute to Jan Henri Booyens, Daniella Mooney and Joni Brenner.
(This article was not put to press as Matthew Blackman regarded it as ‘Stoner Art’)
(also, Skullk Burger)