Long Dark Night of Nothing
It’s another long, dark
night of nothing, no
cricket’s chirp or
meteor’s spark.
Your cosmic resonator
is tuned to the
incorrect frequency,
while the media
notes the disturbingly
high rates of truancy,
vagrancy and megalomania.
We used to discuss
these things, but you’ve
fallen prey to one sort
of spider or another and
I’ve got arachnophobia.
Slice off more salami
and pour yourself a cup
of glad, I’m sorry to
report: You’ve been had.
Temperature’s rising,
and so are the seas
It’s a matter of degrees.
Carpe diem, it’s your
moment to seize –
or rather to cease
and desist, or at least
to resist the end of
the line, semicolons,
circumflexes and periods.
Punctuation pronouncements
and grammatical renouncements
are in your realm, ye herder of
commas, It’s you versus the
purveyors of dramas, Castilian
soap operas and Tibetan
miracle healing gongs. It’s
gone on so long, do we even
know right from left. Correct
me if I’m wrong.
--Jack Oakes 4/14/08
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