In 2156 CE, you may be interested to know
That a hundred years earlier, on March 23,
I was watching March Madness on TV
And wishing it was the World Cup qualifiers,
Only we didn't have cable or satellite.
Deciphering this first stanza will be the end-
Of-semester project for some graduate student
Not unlike myself, who, if a poet, will wonder
Why I didn't write something better, or more to the point-
Why s/he can't seem to publish far superior work.
I don't have an answer for you, oh grad student.
I'm as tired as you, out of good metaphors,
Strapped to analysis until I can't create shit.
I've been writing notes to my future bibliographer
In the margins of my notebooks. Here's one:
Get out while you still can.