I Wrote Only One Poem Last Year
Some Topics, Like the Man Who Is My President, Are Too Shameful for Prose
Well, I stopped writing poems sometime in the late 1990s, but the coming era of calamities may draw forth new ones, and maybe they’ll have to be composed by memory in prison-camp conditions, like Solzhenitsyn’s “Prussian Nights.”
But my sheer embarrassment at the fact of Joe Biden being President did draw one poem out of me last year, which I titled, “Was the Today the Day Joe Biden (D) Fell?” Forgettable, but perhaps it is an appropriate sort of junk-food meditation for this day.