1999, Year of the Unknown
(Newspoem Leap Day 2000)
I had aspired to be, above all, literary,
But last year I emerged a dignitary
and wandered through Ivy League arch-
ways, gripped by a, should I say, thrill.
Suddenly I obtained suit and attaché,
a camera, a computer, also a hotel room.
Stretching credit like a manic fool, I
crawled out of a depressive bog. I must
have drunk 1000 beers, but I remember
each trip vividly: how I shocked sober
academics. Easily I would dismember
pretension, smoking 1999 to its ember.
Newspoetry at Spineless Books