Poetry Corner

This one’s mine – rotten Muse.

On Discussing a Move East with My Wife

Come, lay with me, lie
With me and we’ll discuss
The future, and just exactly why
I feel compelled to fret and fuss

Over things so far away
Spinning down the years to come
With promises already gray
With mold – “A broken drum

Sans force, sans beat, sans meaning,”
You’ll cry. “It’s clear there’s nothing to it.
I’d go, if you’d just stop your preening,
Get off your ass, and do it.”


  1. Ladies and gentlemen,

    What you’re witnessing is the birth of T.S. Nash – or Ogden Eliot – take your pick.

    Good job well done, man.

    Time to start looking over my shoulder.


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