Max Joy Marries Minnie Pain Poem by Robert Ronnow

Kissed his student.
Punched his friend.
Accused her lover.

What if China's navy asserts control where our navy
      also patrols?
Should we concede the South China Sea? Not on your
      life! Or maybe.
Lives may be lost but so what. There's so much biomass
      in the crosswalks.

Lord have mercy on my soul
Which means bring my confusion into an expressible
      state before it's too late.
Sal went to jail. I belong to the loved ones. Never may
      the anarchic man's thoughts be my thoughts. Not
      one.

It could be cancer or just a cyst
That killed Frost's considerable speck
Instead of considering its considerable intelligence.

Although bottomless ancient night stretches
From your short life forward, remember
It also stretches backward without measure.

There are few straight lines in nature and only one
      alternative to ageing, so suck it up!
Suppose everything's fine and you've wasted your time
      wearing sackcloth over your soul?
Start now knowing joy.