Finally the Right Questions
For 25 years I wandered
through this urban desert
of sad open mics and poetic injustice.
Moses, do I really have to go another 15?
I am no slave but a crafty serf
and well into my Middle Ages,
so have some decency, show me
a shortcut to the literary promised land,
where sitcom heaven and eternal life
of reruns await the righteous!
Got to admit, that was one hell
of a speech you gave at the foot
of the Mount Sinai, pounding the air
with two broken-screen tablets.
A great hospital choice, too!
And yet you remember what followed:
years of dry spells, receding oases
of indie zines, a Death Valley of
calcified chapbooks, good souls
sinking in everyday quicksands
of not making it.
Another inspired speech won't help!
Mr. Crazy, do you have a plan?
10/17/15
through this urban desert
of sad open mics and poetic injustice.
Moses, do I really have to go another 15?
I am no slave but a crafty serf
and well into my Middle Ages,
so have some decency, show me
a shortcut to the literary promised land,
where sitcom heaven and eternal life
of reruns await the righteous!
Got to admit, that was one hell
of a speech you gave at the foot
of the Mount Sinai, pounding the air
with two broken-screen tablets.
A great hospital choice, too!
And yet you remember what followed:
years of dry spells, receding oases
of indie zines, a Death Valley of
calcified chapbooks, good souls
sinking in everyday quicksands
of not making it.
Another inspired speech won't help!
Mr. Crazy, do you have a plan?
10/17/15