Monday, March 03, 2008
To His Coy Mistress In Detroit
Hi readers! Today has been a doozy, so I'm going to post a poem that appeared first in Freefall and call it a day. Hope you're having a good Monday!
To His Coy Mistress in Detroit
Some guy in line at CVS starts
babbling about the end times, rapture,
yelling, Do you want the news?
Do you see how everything is going
to hell? The checker says, Fool, look
around you. The end times already
come and gone in Detroit, and we still
here. I hand her the vodka that I’ve
been clutching as if it might save me,
if from myself if nothing else. End
times, the checker says, I heard that
one before. Men always saying some
shit to get you into bed, and I shake
my head and say, don’t I know it.
Michelle's Spell of the Day
"What you resist persists." Carl Jung
Drinking memoir suggestion: The Hungry Years William Leith
Benedictions and Maledictions