Urbock (Poem)


The tin can sat

It was prosaic

It was transient

It was not subject for mosaic

Unless one’s reaching is transparent

As is mine

Though uncannily my eye has glanced upon it

Just in time to tow the line

As a monument to transience it is most fit

It’s aluminum

So it will last

Coincidentia Oppositorum!

Such appeals to language past

Are as hollow

As the sound

That tap upon such cylinder would follow

Yes perhaps I have said a thing profound

To twirl curlicues round the mundane

Is all the rage

And though it’s vain I do it here again

O what an age….

The current year…

When even innocent beers must fear…

To unwittingly become a show…

Through a thousand windows electric glow…

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