Sometimes They Come, You Know Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

when the weather is not really nice
to put me somewhere into some chart
a table of contents and pagination signs

to mis-ex-spell me when I don't do it right
to capitalize me ontitle me onbook me somewhere
when I am lost in virtual waves shortness bioged
I change the direction of my settling
even though the scores remain
we stay equally misguided
which is the easiest thing in the world, I think
(I think sometimes, proverbially on Monday :))


I'm sure one day we'll break even
idiolectally mutually unrecognised
my corrector masking tapes and me-
solely instrumentalized
as I am trying to see into the sense
of what I am doing free of charge

they'll stat me camp me encompass me
I'll shout eternities beyond this light
I'll shout mein ubers regardless of all
existentialist designs
who always meant for the best
which - even the worst student of Latin knows-
is a pave to hell