Morning Update

Morning Update

In a college text he read

That in America,

Now you are supposed to split infinitives.

No law, no art, no poetry, no music,

And no grammar. Now it is a rule.

Sadly I was born about

Two hundred years too late.

But there was music in a way

Even 60 years ago -

Jilted, sad and unrequited love

By the Princess Connie Francis -

Perfect to the heart.

And these emotions put some meat

On the bones of life.

But coming back from Winco

(I am always coming back

From somewhere,

Never going any place)

I touched the dial, the radio

Changed stations and I heard,

“Gimme the money, bastard,

Or I'll stick this knife

In your stomach.” This is what they hear.

And movies. “Chainsaw Massacre”

This is what they see.

In this country anyone

Who isn't paranoid

Already is insane.

 

Pictures

I consider us friends, and I guess we are.

We've been together longer by far

Than I've been with anyone since I was grown,

The only person I've ever known.

The passing glances I had of the rest

Show me pictures I think are best.

Perhaps the focus goes out at last -

And the image changes – unlike the past.

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