[lit-ideas] Re: Poetry x 2 = Sabbatical

  • From: Eric Yost <eyost1132@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
  • To: lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
  • Date: Fri, 13 Oct 2006 20:02:02 -0400

>>Mad Magazine had a parody of Wordsworth -- Once I Wandered Lonely As a Clod. Apparently I'm not the only one at war with the poetry of the Romantic period.

It is The Long War. Here's my salvo.

I Wandered lonely As A Crowd

I wandered lonely as a crowd Only not so big and not so loud, past smells that o'er stripmalls peak by an Exxon station's toxic leak, When all at once I saw a cloud, A deep black shroud of chemical fire; Beneath the pyre, a field of tires Burning and smoking along the road, Continuous as the flashing signs that keep a driver's path defined.

Cars stretched in a never-ending line
some needing tune-ups, others to be towed.
Ten thousand I saw at a glance
Angry drivers beside them prance,
Shaking their heads in a choleric rut,
their cars stalled, out of their minds:
A poet could not but be reclined
in bucket seats, the windows shut:
I gazed and gazed but little thought
What hazards to health the whole show brought:

For oft, when in my hospital bed I lie
on respirator or in sedated mood,
I'm reminded by this lawyer guy
of class-action suit and those to sue;
And then my heart with with pleasure glut
contemplates my rightful cut.

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