Today's poem is by Scott Topper
What Goes On
There's a great deal of suffering
to be done and if we finish early
we can go swimming, naked.
The lake's so blue it might
be fakenobody knows
the trouble I've seen. My eyes
are leaking, the newscast's blurred
and there's the blurry kid to feed.
At times my hands grab spastically
and when I open themnothing there. What it was
would have helped. This just in,
our elected representative
died for our sins. Just do
what you came here to do, and get it
over with, my mother said,
reading from the Times. There's no need
to make a big production.
Copyright © 2005 Scott Topper All rights reserved
from The Literary Review
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