[Portage, Groundhog
Day, 2010]
Scientists insist their data
Show age mounts, time accelerates,
Black holes suck, universes shrink.
Artists still divide canvases
Into thirds, seeking focal points
For compositional reasons.
Romance is about effort,
A Hollywood starlet insists.
There are no Automats for love
Or koans. Just hoor houses.
Or street corners with two-legged,
Prancing Menus in platform shoes.
God’s Grandkiddles chivy,
“Pop-pop, the librarian from
Bethlehem.” And cackle wildly.
How long till the little darlings
Are sexting boyfriends or girlfriends?
Toyota is recalling cars
By the millions for sticky
Accelerators, they insist.
Consumer Reports published
A formal, sternly writ tsk-tsk.
It is said you could locate Doug
MacArthur by finding prostrate
Officers and disembowled
Elderly Japanese males.
Which reminds, where in Wyoming
Doth Dick-less Cheney lurk these days?
We miss his empathetic thoughts.
Is he filling out paperwork
For a student deferment from
The coming conflagration?