Sing, Heavenly Muse, that in the shaded black
Pages of Manney�s blog us oft inspires
Or pining drifts in Lampa's angsty rants;
Thou art more beautiful, subtle still, than all
These poor-wrought words, my verses ill-conceived!
Heroic then, this pentameter that reigns o�er
Webpage never read and mind web-covered?
The book of words, that Oxford, Webster wrought;
Ill describes thy type, thy Milton-lifted splendor.
Yet pray; sing on O Muse, that �tween Holy Ghost
And Madness voiced doth dwell, regaling
Us with minutiae, details boring of the day
And later night before, whence Dan for chai
With Ann of Stillwater, that gilded town, did
Go, forsaking mellow companionship and games
Computerized yet tedious, Counterstike and demos
Superhero, memes all from Graham purloined.
Or better still, verses self with verses to explain,
Citing article read and boredom enormous
Miltonic worship also playing in?
Nay, this tale begins on Saturday, though
Still remains but little to explain or
Delineate (pompous word, ill-treated and misused).
By lunch �or dinner then? The mind doth drift
Like current weather, gray skies and shifting clouds-
Some meal at least, the time was spoken
Rather then that I would wait, like those
Who in this country vainly cry for acres and a mule,
In room disordered, with roommate of mind too orderly
Mellowness extreme, odd quirks of poor humor
Sometime showing, as we of South Park 604
Partook, laughing at the burly Beautiful Mind
Therein lampooned with animation painful.
And wait I did, yet managed, out to be
As Ann came by, with book in hand:
The Unbearable Lightness of Being dubbed.
O Hypocrisy! How had I vowed said book
Nevermore to read, or in coffeehouse to dally
�Ere mischievous chance, man�s foe, the acquaintance
Made, well-met and interesting, of one
Who recommended, ere long, literature to trade:
My book of superheroes, ponderous
For this Czech novel, obscure, her present long ago received
For Christmas, birthday, some other fest unknown.
Yet thinking now, I recant such statements,
Made in haste and boredom here, words in white,
Internet static for bored IMers:
Here shown ill-considered, false, untrue.
Repenting then, my previous garbled declaration.
And for chai and chat still wishing, I came
In room from out to find here Ann,
Admiring the sewn blanket that I to my mother owe.
Not long waiting, she admitted, but still
Abused by lowly roommate, behatted and benign.
(He had before false notions of this meeting
Harbored, a social thing of mind mayhaps
But not romantic, intentions innocent now proved;
In lieu for sport he found amusement in subject
Conversational: �books� earlier explained)
At coffeehouse abandoned, discoursed we
Of books, yes, and this and that; the trails of
Normal conversation, random had, yet good.
�Hetero-Life-Buddy� still to her obscure, though Larson known.
After, books exchanged, we parted ways
Spring forward, back, falling stuck in minds still doubtful
Stillwater chauvinism meant I her for coffee owe,
Payment in future doubtless given back will be.
Meanwhile, poor Greg! Though he Miguel Sanchez
That night did find, social ideas both were lacking,
Phone calls made, drummer found: what then?
Sleep�s shroud, that like cold Death to all must come
To our bold hero came, then, morning finding,
Roommate missing, he awoke and to Downer
Breakfast went, Ann and Megan finding with
Them gladly ate. The Diplomat was greeted,
Conversation acedemics and gossip seperately enjoined.
The Idyllist a hello too was granted quick.
No nods of recognition: At Lawrence never noted
From Brainerdite confused yet friendly
Nonetheless. At library, after eggs and conversation,
Our hero buckled down, Goethe reading
A play of Egmont, Tuesday due but long.
Now, with Blogger peevish posting, poor
Experiment, Bad Teenage Poetry wrought,
That dreaded Enemy Mine, (though movie
Eponymous, remains to me unseen)
Fitting end can take, with sign-out �Later� said.