April 8th, 2007

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The Daily Doggerel

and screamed with joy

I saw the best minds of my generation
Staring at Lite Brites, drooling on keyboards.
Anaesthetized across a table
Attention spans all short and shiny,

Despite the best efforts of Ritalin.
Tool-using magpies, feathering our desks
Everything Everywhere Always Online
Can I get a signal?

I will dare to eat a peach
Wander the world outside
Take off my shoes, or
Everything, on a Tennessee hillside

Do I contradict myself? Very well
I contain Whitman's Multitudes, a sampler
Eating the last of the plums, so cold,
And a blackbird crosses a sky-blue sky.

© mckenzee 2007
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