GALL, HEARTBURN
After ‘I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day’
Gall and heartburn.
Pass on the Gelusil and Prilosec.
Hopkins must've snuck under
the Irish Jebbie radar,
no Freudian shrink to test the aspirant,
they took instead a certified nutcase
insomniac, depressive, squeezed gratitude
glimpsed in only two words at the end: "but worse."
But Worse? Jesus Christ (whom you adored),
Gerry, clunky, clunky, is that how
you taught Greek grammar and translation?
"Young men, translate as though Homer was not blind
but stuttered like an Enfield"
no, not your finest moment,
no "Christ, come quickly!" or meditation
on humility itself, Alphonsus Rodriguez
at the door: but here just "last night
sucked but it could have been worse,
I get my morning parole from Hell."
Not gorgeous but your truest, your truth
truth torn from soaked sheets.
KTW/7-20-05
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Kenneth Wolman
Proposal Development Department
Room SW334
Sarnoff Corporation
609-734-2538
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