The whining agony
Of the vacuum cleaner
Confirms there is no hope
Trying for sweet music
Failing like
A dancing cripple
All I can do is mimic
Air raid sirens, fire trucks
And turn everything
Into homogenized fluff
Over a sediment of
Matching grey
Gasping for clean air
Eternally disappointed
By an unsavory diet
Of spiders, toenails, skin,
Insects dead and alive, hair
Cobwebs, coins, carpet
Nature abhors me
Pets run from me
People avoid in subtle ways.
WRM
Friday, March 14, 2008
Thursday, March 13, 2008
The Pieces of the Clock Lie Scattered
So, hurry up!
The evening's coming.
The grown-ups are on the way.
There;ll be hell to pay.
You forgot about time
While you sought its secret
In the slippery wheels,
Some of which had teeth.
You meant to enthrall
The girl across the hall.
She drew so near,
Her breast brushed your ear.
She ought to have gone home,
But you kept telling her
You'll have it together again
And ticking in no time.
Instead, you're under the table
Together, searching the floor.
Your hands are trembling,
And there's a key in the door.
Charles Simic - current US poet Laureate
Acrostic Lament (notice the first letters of each line!)
Winter not giving up
It's attempt to slow us.
Lingering beyond the
Limited welcome
It had five months ago.
Allowing us to try on,
Many times our premature summer
Regalia. Thinking this year was different
It's being the first time for spring in March.
Changing the weather pattern
Henceforth deleting
April from the cold wet months.
Reaping harvest in August
Diminishing rain and ski seasons
Marking March as start of summer
Instigating climatic change.
Lamented by opponents of ozone depletion
Lambasted by organic decaf drinkers.
Alas it was all in our minds - winter
Remaining usual six months
Dividing the year equally as ever.
wrm (written in California in 2002)
The evening's coming.
The grown-ups are on the way.
There;ll be hell to pay.
You forgot about time
While you sought its secret
In the slippery wheels,
Some of which had teeth.
You meant to enthrall
The girl across the hall.
She drew so near,
Her breast brushed your ear.
She ought to have gone home,
But you kept telling her
You'll have it together again
And ticking in no time.
Instead, you're under the table
Together, searching the floor.
Your hands are trembling,
And there's a key in the door.
Charles Simic - current US poet Laureate
Acrostic Lament (notice the first letters of each line!)
Winter not giving up
It's attempt to slow us.
Lingering beyond the
Limited welcome
It had five months ago.
Allowing us to try on,
Many times our premature summer
Regalia. Thinking this year was different
It's being the first time for spring in March.
Changing the weather pattern
Henceforth deleting
April from the cold wet months.
Reaping harvest in August
Diminishing rain and ski seasons
Marking March as start of summer
Instigating climatic change.
Lamented by opponents of ozone depletion
Lambasted by organic decaf drinkers.
Alas it was all in our minds - winter
Remaining usual six months
Dividing the year equally as ever.
wrm (written in California in 2002)
Monday, March 3, 2008
Cellulart
This new thing
to be serious about.
Flashing, glistening, listening.
Fumbling, rumbling
chirping cheeping.
A-rockin and a-bobbin
connecting to the
collective unconscious unreliable.
Diminutive device
Clever contraption
Enhanced capacity for interruption.
When the telephone was invented
it worked
great trouble was taken to
avoid being heard.
WRM - (on the birthday of Alexander Graham Bell)
to be serious about.
Flashing, glistening, listening.
Fumbling, rumbling
chirping cheeping.
A-rockin and a-bobbin
connecting to the
collective unconscious unreliable.
Diminutive device
Clever contraption
Enhanced capacity for interruption.
When the telephone was invented
it worked
great trouble was taken to
avoid being heard.
WRM - (on the birthday of Alexander Graham Bell)
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