New York's Life

To view a bulletin board You must sit on the floor, With your back against the wall Opposite of a mural... Of mismatched articles And read with the intent Of taking note of things Until you lose track Of where 'such and such' was tacked... You begin to ponder At last month's artifacts, The choice of apartments, The schedule of events... Maybe plan a trip Somewhere you could have been, If this weren't your destination Until you begin to feel Socially provoked, Or guilt ridden because You haven't said your prayers.. And the animals weren't saved And you missed all the plays There were all in the same day... You could not get out of bed... You sneer with contempt For the personal services Birth control-depression Weight loss-meditation Hung in cubist formation... With tutors. And concepts, too far away To remember... You might make a list Of used junk for sale, Old books-an old computer Mentally hire a photographer Or make someone an offer.... Write up a resume That would save your Compensating efforts, For what you really lack And that is the angle To obtain your first mark... COPY WRITE©2009