It's sad when I only write in my blog when I'm stuck at the library with nothing better to do. Here's an attempted poem to amuse and bemuse one and all:
At the library
with nothing to do
but type
Words on a screen
scream my ennui
in silence
On a computer that
needs my card number
to log in
Three attempts before
it worked
As if somewhere the truth lurked
elusive in binary code
the one-oh-one-oh-one of a poem
a cursor that begs to move
forward slashing virgin screen
with lettering
pregnant with meaning
scheming rhymes and iambic pentameter
forgive me
I know not what they do
Writing is a faith
a religion
bound by doctrines
Of stylistic hand books
Funk & Wagnells jerk offs
MLA can kiss my ass
APA stick to your couch
Holy books
Hole-y books
Whole books
of words
That mean nothing
Existential angst of bookworms
as they chew on that
Typing away in a library
playing with words
bored out of my mind.
At the library
with nothing to do
but type
Words on a screen
scream my ennui
in silence
On a computer that
needs my card number
to log in
Three attempts before
it worked
As if somewhere the truth lurked
elusive in binary code
the one-oh-one-oh-one of a poem
a cursor that begs to move
forward slashing virgin screen
with lettering
pregnant with meaning
scheming rhymes and iambic pentameter
forgive me
I know not what they do
Writing is a faith
a religion
bound by doctrines
Of stylistic hand books
Funk & Wagnells jerk offs
MLA can kiss my ass
APA stick to your couch
Holy books
Hole-y books
Whole books
of words
That mean nothing
Existential angst of bookworms
as they chew on that
Typing away in a library
playing with words
bored out of my mind.
1 comment:
Hi Lisa. This looks like something fantastic to have done when you had "nothing to do". Post more!
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