Mom and Pop
They got along fine lying down
but sitting up or standing, well
that was quite another thing.
Talking made things worse.
Lying down they found
no words necessary.
Had she been deaf
or he been mute, they would
celebrate next week
their Golden Anniversary.
Five kids would be there,
born in less than seven years.
Last Saturday, at the wedding
of a grandchild, they knew
they got along fine lying down.
Metaphorically Speaking
Dive under any
skirt that floats
your way, Amish
or otherwise,
metaphorically speaking.
Be an explorer.
Sail every sea until
you find the eddy
you want to swirl in
the rest of your life.
Then stake your claim.
Make it your own.
Listen to the Muse
Never engage
in conversation
a man with a beard
down to his testicles
talking to himself
under a viaduct
at midnight
if all the bulbs
under the viaduct
have been shot out.
Take notes instead
on what he's saying
provided he speaks
in iambic pentameter.
Take those notes home
and sit next to a candle
at the kitchen table
and weave a sonnet
and send it out
to every magazine
you can find
and then go back
under the viaduct and
take more notes and
sit next to the candle
at the kitchen table.
Weave another sonnet.
Pray he talks forever.
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