Jolly McJollyso
04-21-2007, 02:14 PM
Does it frustrate you
that no one will remember your name?
Does it worry you like it worries me?
After turnstile grade-factories finish
pumping students
through tangling, text-book ventricles,
you become
a slipshod citation in a piss-poor paper
written at six a.m.
Do you congratulate yourself
on your anonymity?
Or find solace in a student’s misinterpretation
of your hard work?
Lightning in your fingertips,
you stood on heaps of dead giants,
hacking at the monolith
with a two-inch ball-peen hammer.
I bet you thought we'd all stand amazed.
God knows I did.
I hung on your words,
in awe of their bravery,
and let your Times New Roman discourse
drip
onto my eyes—
reverent.
I yearned to be like you:
the twentieth-century, typewriter Sisyphus
shouting on a shelf
in the back of the library.
Shh.
You were like a god
at infinity's doorstep,
handing me the key,
and even I can barely remember
what the **** your name was.
that no one will remember your name?
Does it worry you like it worries me?
After turnstile grade-factories finish
pumping students
through tangling, text-book ventricles,
you become
a slipshod citation in a piss-poor paper
written at six a.m.
Do you congratulate yourself
on your anonymity?
Or find solace in a student’s misinterpretation
of your hard work?
Lightning in your fingertips,
you stood on heaps of dead giants,
hacking at the monolith
with a two-inch ball-peen hammer.
I bet you thought we'd all stand amazed.
God knows I did.
I hung on your words,
in awe of their bravery,
and let your Times New Roman discourse
drip
onto my eyes—
reverent.
I yearned to be like you:
the twentieth-century, typewriter Sisyphus
shouting on a shelf
in the back of the library.
Shh.
You were like a god
at infinity's doorstep,
handing me the key,
and even I can barely remember
what the **** your name was.