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JFK and JFK Jr

are departed

and I think of nothing

to say—

Belgian beer seems

a better alternative

to whining and crying

over unchosen destinies

with which I take exception

the fate of planes and ships

descending into the depths

of the Atlantic Ocean

is beyond me

I’m in awe

at the transponderance

of tragedy

turned into soap opera

by TV news magazines

as all these lives are trivialized

and Rome is burning

long after Nero’s death

but most of what is said

on TV news is a blur

of soundbites and rash judgments

as the guns marching on

without adult supervision

technology is moving rapidly

but I am still finding my way

on an information highway

moving at the speed of light

and the trouble with the news

is that it just doesn’t impress me

It leaves me cold and hollow

with the horror of it all

emanating from the walls

that surround me now

I can’t read about coke wars

or summertime droughts

and it’s too hot to work out

so turn the drought into draught

and enjoy the evening

watch TV and listen to music

without a worry in the world

but it’s still enough

to get me down in the bottom

where it could lead up

and bigger and better things

loom on the horizon

but now I’ll just relax

and let the moonlight of summer

cascade onto faded grass

It’s just another evening

slipping into past

and I can grip it

no more firmly than I can grip

a handful of sand

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