Perhaps there's more on that
page than you think. Your tones
keep ringing in my head like a cell
phone in a movie theatre.
Do you think poetry is some kind
of parlor trick? Do you think the
word "love" is to be bandied about
like the last bastion of a faded technology?
O laser beam of sarcasm why must you infiltrate
every last vestige of Madame Butterfly? Why must all
the best Sonatas be written in the key of irony ? Oh, I'm
bored out of my skull with cascades of brilliantly witty polemical opinions!
Life is becoming more and more like the restroom after the office party at an art magazine.