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poetry
by Michael F. Nyiri
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copyright 1999-2004 by Michael F. Nyiri ElectricPoetry AllThingsMike |
Wednesday, June 9th , 2004 : 4:38 a.m. pdt
"Not Superman "
Lists of "things to do" hover, heavily, then fall
With increasing rapidity o'er the hours of the day
Beackoning Opportunities slowly coalesce
Into Nagging Reminders that something hasn't been done yet,
No matter how many items are added,
crossed out, attacked, defeated, and rationalized,
The requests rapidly back up the pipe of purpose
To clogging quagmireThen the phone rings (again) and it is you,
"The Wrench" asking about something
Which isn't even on the list,
As if it is the most important piece of the puzzle
Because it is the only piece you possessAs the metered syllables on the white board
Tend to become nothing more than a can of
alphabet soup, you wheedle, whine and worry,
While I try to "fit you in", you wrench
Gumming up my works, and making it hard to work for you.I didn't get that fax, I can't respond,
I'm on a timetable, and yet of you I'm fond,
I'll try to do it, give me time,
Can I wait some minutes, is that a crime?
Your daily wrenchlike requests serve to disrupt the plan
Even though I like to top myself, I'm just not superman.
copyright 1999-2004 by Michael F. Nyiri
ElectricPoetry
AllThingsMike