Tuesday, June 12, 2012

I Hate How Everything Changes, Tree to Failing Term Paper, Chatelaine to Beheaded Plotter, Drug Dealer to Narc

Not laziness, not weariness, not what-the-fuckness, some what I started I haven't finished as I want it, but mostly because all I want for today's monologue is wishing Happy 53rd Birthday to Danny Husk, Buddy Cole, Queen Elizabeth, and Francesca Fiore.


Kim Addonizio

In goes the cafeteria worker in her hairnet.
In goes the philosophy teacher
explaining the theory of eternal
return, and Anton Stadler with his clarinet,
still owing money to Mozart. In
goes Mozart. Everyone flopped into the creel
of the happy fisherman, everyone eaten.
Every river is Lethean,
so why should we care
if it’s not the same river? I hate
how everything changes, tree
to failing term paper, chatelaine
to beheaded plotter, drug dealer to narc.
The heart softening faster than cereal
but then hardening to a relic
which turns into another line
of depressed poetry to recite
to the next eager trainee
anxious to be more than lint.
Going up, you’re also going down, so either
way, as your mother said, Be nice.
When she went in, she was very thin.
Earth, air, fire, water, mother.
Fish pulse slowly under the river ice.


  1. Too late for me. I've read Hegel and I'm not a snot about it.

  2. He's one of those philsophizers, right?

    Utopia may be found in that very temporary bubble, but that's fine. Everyone else would just fuck it up.