From Me Far Off, with Others All Too Near
Shakespeare, sonnet 61
Too much excitement for one day wonders where
That laughing is coming from and when an afternoon nap
Will come home from its morning of secret errands
Far off a briefcase walks into a solid state building
And let’s the elevator take it up to the floor
Where what waits has an extra Y chromosome
Others all too near are on their way to meet
Long hair and a pierced nose for an afternoon of fun
Where clothes have a life of their own
And now the shoes and purse swallow the pill
That makes everything ok while the gold chain
Places a bet on who has the whitest teeth
Laughter saunters up the street confident that no one
Knows where it’s been or what it’s been doing |