accidentally hitting
the headboard with my arm
and an empty beer bottle
falls off
and clunks me noggin
It almost seems like
we should be able
to come up with a poem
but it isn’t good enough
now, if the bottle
was half full
and it spilled
and got the bed all wet
then it might be worthy
of an actual poem
but just a clunk
on the noggin alone
isn’t worth the effort
I guess it’s just
a matter of disaster
and quantitative principal
that dictates
the poetic or lack thereof
and somehow the half full
and half empty dispute
inexorably caused problems
in the understanding
of the basic physics
of the situation
and any added mess
only serves to heighten
the suspense
& drag it out
just a little bit further
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