Please...Not Now Poem by Robert VazquezPacheco

Here’s an idea: Legalize dueling in Congress.
This way the Sharks and the Jets can work it

Out. I want to dance the fandango. Something
Feverish with lots of gestures and rolled eyes.

The voices increase in volume but not in sense.
A bat-wing cape is the appropriate fashion choice

For this season. Ah, dear reader. You thought I
Was going to discuss politics. Excuse me, I need

A drinker-poo. I get dizzy when I flutter my eyelids.
It’s all too horrible to think about. Toss the bones

And listen to Mahler. Connect the stars in new
Constellations, things like the Shopping Cart or

The Cheeseboard. Works for me. Patterns emerge
Whether desired or not. It seems we’re wired that

Way. Someone turn off that cuckoo clock. Time
Needs no help. I need another drink. Search for

The meaning in cigarette ashes and discarded
Umbrellas. Not feeling as fresh? No one is. War

Does that to people. Such is the way of the Tao.
Oh snap. Time and space. Mac and cheese. Grrrr.