Why is everything more complicated?
And yet the glorious and the sublime have faded?
We admire the complex. In fact, we are awed by it.
Hypnosis of the cloaked fiend who falls into a poetry fit!
Mysteries which conquer the mortals!
But now the trivial and the mundane
are complex, not the insane.
Remember at work when you knew what to do
and if you didn’t, you could ask a friend?
Now you don’t know what you are doing,
you ask a hundred strangers,
and you get a hundred different answers.
O technology! We die every time we hit “send.”
Poetry is for wise cowards. The funny
has become dead serious.
You will earn a million dollars
if you spend a million dollars to train for this job.
Studies show you are bad.
Would I have been gay if I had just
had a different idea about drapes?
My college roommate thought he was Byron.
He wore capes.