Wednesday, November 03, 2010

mcclxxxii

Must be the Apocalypse

There’s just no getting around it:
you’re a freak of nature. Which hit

came first: It’s Raining Again or
It’s Raining Men? Perhaps we’re

all staring too hard into the
volcano. Or reading too many

poems about maps. That could
be it. Any activity may produce

music
(Keith Waldrop). Like
Joseph Gordon-Levitt on the

cover of Nylon, we all
ache for French girls.

And with those taut
red ears they each

hear us complain
about the noise the

paper makes, the
noisy blankets hidden

in closets. And like
peevish hair appearing

on pimpled faces our
clucks emerge from

behind each closed
door: Music, what

honeyed music!