This week we had Stone Soup on a Wednesday night due to the Boston Marathon on Monday. With only five people showing, I pieced together this piece by having each person go up to read more poems than usual. This is what I came up with.
Lose Your Own Adventure
Decisions are like bombs.
Once they're made,
you can watch Seinfeld
with nothing else to do
while waiting for fallout.
Everything and everyone
is supposed to move
at the speed of light
but the universe slows down
whenever a choice is made
because God wants to laugh.
The last poem in America
is claimed more times
than "First!" comments on YouTube.
The ghost left behind at the bar
is too close to his past life
to watch a minute more
of your path of consequence,
too cold for the dead to follow.
You would find more comfort
in your destiny
as an artist's model on fire.
Light-headed, your cloud head
will still sink like a stone
when you get the partner's note,
the doctor's pep talk,
the itemized bill from both.
The appraisals tell you
that even your constant
changing self
is obsolete.
No dictionary, thesaurus
or google search
can turn their words
into salvation.
Everyone's bored
by your constant repents.
This is Hamlet's next soliloquy
and no one likes sequels,
just endings, something
that once it's made
has everybody die.
Run all you want.
run from your free will
all you want.
God is turning
the speed dial down.
He's watching now,
sure he'll enjoy the show.
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| Welcome back Daniel Sharkovitz, one of the original poetry instructors at Jack's old digs at Beacon street |
Special thanks to Daniel Sharkovitz, Deborah Priestly, Yvonne Dubery and Martha Boss.
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