Date Knight

This place is a mess.

It’s crawling with dress-shoe laces

Running about with furious hordes

Of angry clipboards, slippery paperclips,

And a tangy apricot sloppily sneezing from Peru.

I think I left the casserole in the oven too long,

Because it’s beginning to laugh at me and call me names.

There’s somebody banging about in the closet,

A pair thumping its thumb on the counter,

My fishes swim around on the television,

And the rounder of the flounders is falling in the cauliflower

While a Metaphysician profoundly wishes

To call a philosophical question into question.

So let me call the lovely flower Lee—

Does any one have tickets to the comic opera tonight?

I think I left mine inside the funny machine—

She and I will go tonight

To see the amusing poetaster

Performing publicly,

The man with the yellow bow tie,

But it could be terrible

For all I care.

The casserole is furious with me,

And sometimes it is strange

How we see ourselves in art.

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