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Thursday, September 1, 2011

More things described

Two men sit on a park bench
talking impotently
about their impotency problems,

while a local wit quips,
"The only constant is someone
saying the only constant
is change."

Meanwhile, someone
in their 20s, 30s, 40s, 50s
acknowledges another night
of desperate drinking
in a ripping yarn
completely threadbare,
about as interesting
as actual sweater lint.

the poet winks at his audience,
reminding several in the crowd
they'd best avoid the side effects
and take their meds.


This one is inspired by a pretty lousy day, all told. I try to deflate it, really poke at the ridiculousness of it, with a sharp poetic stick, and hopefully find some humor along the way.

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