Grumble, slurp, grumble…
This coffee is disappointing.
It needs sugar. Life needs sugar.
Empty tea-cup eyes need sugar;Something to sweeten the bitter
Disappointment of blank stares.
12 Down: “Vacuum.”
That loud machine declaring warUpon cats and dogs in dusty homes.
Or the outside universe of nothingness--
Impossible to familiarize withIn a world buried neck-deep
In the self;
All too singular with
Me’s, My’s, and I’s
To include much else.
8 Down: “Dealey Plaza.”
Kennedy emptied his headLike spilled spaghetti sauce.
Blood and patriotism on asphalt
Horrified thousands of anxiousAmerican couches. Keep it singular.
Grumble, slurp, grumble, grumble…
Me, My’s, and I’s, and crosswords.
No comments:
Post a Comment