Poetry helps us make sense of this craziness, I think.
Here’s a poem from Shane Gannaway
procrastination and rough elation…
oh forget it all. I hate rhyme now.
I’ll never rhyme again. and don’t
even begin to chide me on
responsibilities, duties, favors due,
(don’t list, don’t list!)
I am indifferent to all, it seems.
through no choice of my own,
I phone in everything these days,
and nights too. if some inspiration
would rock me from my entropy….
but I’m mired in memes; fuck! shit, piss,
I could list the rest of the swears, only I
promised I wouldn’t get too lazy this week.