January 22, 2011

Reprise (Reprise)

The fear of repeating oneself makes you forget
some things are worth repeating.

The fear of futility makes you forget
youth doesn't equal foolishness.

The fear of being foolish makes you forget
to think.

Nonetheless, I've said it all before,
when I was young and silly,
so . . .

January 21, 2011


They've sucked the life out of me,
I want to say, but
that's a goddamn cop-out -

who is this "they," what kind
of vampire monster
going bump in the
nine to five,

and what use have they for my life -

they've got their own, too much in fact,
rent, credit cards, disaffecting jobs
and disappointing lovers -

and when would they do it, anyway,
there's not a moment in my day
off-guard - perhaps when I am standing, stupefied

aboard a palsied subway car, pressed against
strangers intimately, numbly staring at
the chin of someone whose chin
reminds me of someone I remembered
often, once -

unlikely. But what I wouldn't give -
if there was anything left -
for a bogeyman, a scary,
wicked, shady, snatching thing

to come out from under the bed,
and rescue me.