July 09, 1999
6:15 P.M. pdt 
poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
"Sunburst of Emotion"
Roommate
listening to Abbey Road really loud in the other room.
Still wears (my) cordless headphones because he was off all day and
he's drunkagain, and the noise, although pleasant,
I
always liked that album anyway is making me SCRREEEEEAAAAMMMM because how
can I convey the wonderful thought with which I am filled when I am confronted
with music blaring from the other room you tell me?????
The promise of the webpoem experiment shall see a certain satisfaction
as I notice other hits on the pages of the webpresence site.
The poetic resurgence will outshine recent blight.
The words will spill out again and again,
And will hopefully be read, and passed around, as in days of yore.
Or else what is a poet for?
Sure I understand that this is not publication. The web is a democratic
situation.
People might steal my words and claim them as their own.
Well at forty-six I'm not famous so I have no pick to bone.
I might , as a childless parent, a metaphor for spoiled youth,
Regress to a station where I might be able to help the clueless
Clue into a pragmatic realization, that's the truth.
As I rewrite my poems for the benefit of all comers,
I can see all the questions I've asked, boy what bummers.
When we can download a reality, a shared soul, a mannered existence,
All manner and matter of truth will meet no resistance.
The words will spill out and be gobbled up by the masses,
If I have something to learn, let me impart wisdom in my classes.
You see, as a failed teacher, glad to meetcher, I can gain,
From the tortuous feelings I've garnered through the pain.
If but one soul will connect, forget the sex, forget the age,
Sit down once again, read my book, turn the page.
I at once feel a connection, a resurrection,
A love potion,
A smile, tender musings,
a large
Sunburst of Emotion
the muses are waiting. I will retrieve their e-mails.
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