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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem