What is wrong with me?
Why can't I sleep?
The hours plod along like prisoners
Chain-ganging out to oil the gears
Of time as it silently click-ratchets onward.
Without its magic, star-dusted...
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What is wrong with me?
Why can't I sleep?
The hours plod along like prisoners
Chain-ganging out to oil the gears
Of time as it silently click-ratchets onward.
Without its magic, star-dusted...
"Wait-wait-wait!"
These talking crosswalks prate,
But I'm impatient standing here on hold;
Shall I risk it? Shall I be bold
And step into the lane too soon?
A video eye may catch me passing...
I could go on in this vain vein forever,
But talk does not alter defective manners,
The fundamentals that drive us apart.
The numbers game is hardly a game,
For neither side wins; perpetual draws...
May you eat mac & cheese without any cheese.
May you bug your kids till they drink hemlock.
May your days at the beach be rainy and cold.
May your nose turn as green as a shamrock.
May your...
Poor little plastic celebrity,
Little action figure, little Hollywood doll,
Told by his agent to run down to Rio,
To make a splash on the morning news.
Photo ops abound!
Pretend you're having a...
Most of my poems are hastily conceived and hastily executed, with the usual risks of that technique. Wouldn't have it any other way!
Through open windows I pretend
That rain asperses me, end to end.
Delayed for days, the stormclouds crackle,
Empty the fonts of their tabernacle;
Liquid jewels now race, now dally,
Pelt the...
Your blurb (the essence of your being,
Is it not?)
Said Friendship was your principal aim;
[Applause! Applause!]
And when we met,
And tipped our glasses,
A century of minutes passed
With...
The deepest mystery to me
Is how these men of letters
Achieve their goals, collect their medals,
As if predestined to be best-peddlers,
Prophets of the top ten lists,
Our age's chosen vital...
He crosses my path
Like a sooty-furred cat
Wherever I go—
My imperfect clone.
He's the model of what
I might have become
Had my mother stinted
On oxygen
While I twitched in her womb.
My...
The itch is pervasive and pernicious;
It radiates outward continually
From my innermost inner infected soul.
It flash-refreshes like a strobe,
And drives me to extreme distraction.
Abrasive...
I couldn't be reached
Any night last week;
I was out chasing numbers
For my own Drake Equation.
First, choose a baseline:
Say three hundred million;
Divide it in half,
Extract a generous ten...
When a third of a nation
Lacks a lick of sense;
When these "angry aggies"
Rise and rage without motive
But the buoyant force
Of their copious bile;
When truth loses debates,
And unreason...
O you fortunate writers who came before me,
Who, by binding words with ink to fiber,
Rooted your works in reality.
Our Digital Age preserves many trees,
But in doing so, wrecks posterity's cache,...
I gotta split—
My pumpkin is coming
To carry me home
To await a call
That'll never occur.
So, drink up me hearties
In the steamship bar!
I'll buy you a mental
Round or two;
We're cruising...
Everything burns in summertime:
Loaves in artisanal ovens blacken,
Skin on road repairmen blister,
Engines fail, rails buckle,
Transformers burst, poolsiders swelter;
Tempers top the thermal...
I don't know about others, but yes, I do research there regularly. I have tried to divest myself of all unnecessary elements in life; those include an automobile, a cell phone, and home Internet...
I suppose the quality of the clientele depends on the library!
I share the library's Internet Room
With some local misfits, loners who
Cannot work in silence—they gasp,
They sing, or laugh, or babble,
Or do all these things, and cause by their gabbling...
#1 — At the Java Shack
A milky milquetoast, shy but amiable,
He traveled by train (two lines!) to reach me,
Only twenty minutes late.
We spend an hour; he's semi-chummy:
Veers away but then...
That's you in the future, pal:
Little old gent in lime green shorts
Leaning slightly forward as he trots
From bench to Metrobus bay.
He's on some sort of meds and vocalizes
Private thoughts;...
The iniquitous squirrels
Dig up old acorns
Uproot my herbs
Tear apart my marigolds
Strew sharp nutty shards
Won't wear bibs while feasting
Chatter-taunt me from boughs above.
Young man, young woman,
Prime of their lives,
Sit side by side,
Sealed off from the world.
In another age, not long ago,
They might sigh and smile
And acknowledge in degrees
The presence of...
As for STATELY's comments, I also am reminded of "Something Wicked This Way Comes," though this carousel does not have time-altering properties. (The ride does change with time, however...)
Thanks for the emphasis on structure; I don't see the problem with lines 11 and 12, which I would intone this way:
You'd let yourself FAINT if not for the PERil,
centrifugal FORCE that would...