If You Must be Tedious,

at Least be Mellifluous about It

In the immortal poet’s phrase,

No matter if the topic strays

From strictly epic or romantic

Off to something dull, pedantic

Or illogical, it sounds

Quite lovely in the swooping rounds

And swinging curvature of thought

The poet’s pretty words have got,

So if you must tell boring tales,

At least make sure that each regales

Us with its language so we won’t

Care if you say great things, or don’t.

Zero in, Zero out: I’m Done Thinking, Now

Vast emptiness and silence and that sucking black-hole sound,

Sheer nihilistic nothingness and open space abound,

But nothing has prepared me yet to deal with absent thought

So far as getting something Meaningful from it; I’ve not.

So, Nothing, nothing, nothing: that’s all I have to say.

If you want more, you’ll have to come back on another day.

I’ve spent my great invention quite completely and prefer

To take a break, relax, sit back, and hope you will concur.