Wednesday, April 25, 2007

POSTMODERN POEM

They're sending up a press release
On the Minister of Pleasure --
Recently deceased.
The boxing days of Nebraska
Are over on this island.
We are adrift with no compass,
The world in sweet reverse gear,
And logic a luxury we can ill afford.
I would sing of the death of reason
As if it ever really lived,
But I can't make sense of the melody.

Copyright 2007, by Jon Gregory. Written in 1994.

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