Free
Verse
I Know
Bernie, I Can Get You In
* For
Bernie Madoff
There was a
long line for the men's room.
You know,
when men reach a certain age,
there is an urgency
to their frequent trips.
So I saw an opportunity,
I told them:
"I know Bernie, I can get you in."
"Really!" they cried.
But I played it coy,
"But it ain't easy",
I said.
"Bernie doesn't let everyone take
a quick trip to the head."
Their lips quivered, their hands started to shake:
"But, but... you can get us in right?"
They forced money in my hands
and they stampeded to the portals
of those so valued urinals
and knocked ferociously
on the locked door
"I know Bernie, let me in!"
They wound up doing it on the floor.
"Words
are stains on the silence."
( Samuel
Beckett)
The disembodied tongue
flits and flutters
just above the looming
void.
The string of household banalities—
all the expired and dented cans
the litter for the cat's unending piss.
The nervous lamenting,
the grocery lists
of that
and for christ's sake
this
will never
be missed
in the
abyss.