To view a bulletin board <br />You must sit on the floor, <br />With your back against the wall <br />Opposite of a mural... <br />Of mismatched articles <br />And read with the intent <br />Of taking note of things <br />Until you lose track <br />Of where 'such and such' was tacked... <br /> <br />You begin to ponder <br />At last month's artifacts, <br />The choice of apartments, <br />The schedule of events... <br />Maybe plan a trip <br />Somewhere you could have been, <br />If this weren't your destination <br />Until you begin to feel <br />Socially provoked, <br />Or guilt ridden because <br />You haven't said your prayers.. <br />And the animals weren't saved <br />And you missed all the plays <br />There were all in the same day... <br />You could not get out of bed... <br /> <br />You sneer with contempt <br />For the personal services <br />Birth control-depression <br />Weight loss-meditation <br />Hung in cubist formation... <br />With tutors. <br />And concepts, too far away <br />To remember... <br /> <br />You might make a list <br />Of used junk for sale, <br />Old books-an old computer <br />Mentally hire a photographer <br />Or make someone an offer.... <br />Write up a resume <br />That would save your <br />Compensating efforts, <br />For what you really lack <br />And that is the angle <br />To obtain your first mark... <br /> <br /> <br />COPY WRITE©2009<br /><br />Romeo Della Valle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/new-york-s-life/
